Hoshor Plains The burn marks on my epiano won't go away

Yes.

It was easy to answer.

Even thinking of her makes me angry. I want to understand why. Her face soured.

But even thinking of her speaking to me makes me sick. The bitterness stewed into rage, and she felt her teeth scrape against each other when her jaw clenched.

It isn’t fair. What she did to us. Then, she raised her head high.

That is why I have severed all my ties to Lótë. She is nothing to me beyond the blood in my veins, and even that I claim as my own. She is not my mother.