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Teya's ears shifted forward and Sora's twitched back. Her mom drew to a halt, but Sorana kept walking, imagining she was proving some kind of point by not buckling at Teya's obvious surprise. Was it so surprising that Sorana would be resistant to a new man in the equation when her own father was a huge question mark? She felt she was the only one agonizing over his departure. She felt utterly alone in it.

It was something of a relief when Teya asked if she wanted to talk about Reyes, then. Truth was, Sorana didn't want to talk about any change at all. She didn't want to talk about a future without her father where Teya was happy with some other man and some other kids that were so much better than her, but she couldn't imagine a future with him, either. She hated Reyes for leaving almost as much as she hated herself for being the likely cause of it. If he came back right now, the mix of emotions would be volatile, and the reunion would be incredibly ugly.

Bronco was only a catalyst to add to that eventual nuclear meltdown.

Still, it meant Teya did see her. Her mom could tell it bothered her. Sorana could not coax her tongue to say anything at all despite that. Bridget had been easier to talk to, but fear of driving her own mom away from her made her clam up. Not that it mattered, she supposed. She wished she could be as bold and certain as the three-legged medic was, but all she was was hurt and terrified, and all she could do was plod along in silence, blinking against the shimmering stinging of her eyes and the burning sensation in her throat, leaving the floor entirely open for Teya.