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She didn't want to know, not really. Not if it would hurt. It was like being told Santa wasn't real - but worse, because Indra still had strong ties to her mother. She had to trust her own mind, her own experience.

Days of waking up next to the warm plush fur. Learning about snow; all those questions! All that time with her. How could that be a lie?
Mothers aren't real.
Indra shook her head and pulled away from the man. She couldn't go far. His single eye traced in the dark, following her as she curled in to a ball.

She's coming.
Indra repeated this to herself.
She'll be here.
Her eyes were watering; a sniffle came.
The girl had to trust that this was a terrible game being played, and soon Laurel would come - there'd be an end to it. They could go home and be happy again.