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Rosalyn couldn’t. There was no one fix, or easy way to navigate this. He would need to recognize it in himself.

You’ll get past it. There’s no other way. Despite the apparent bluntness of the words, she hoped her confidence would inspire some of his own.

If he allowed this to break him then it would. Their children had left repeatedly only to come back changed by the world, but it was a choice they made. The repercussions of that choice she no longer accepted as her own. Her gaze went to her wife, touched with worry for him and understanding for her. If Erzulie had better words, they were ones Rosalyn could not guess at.