"I'm not scared," she said, and she found that she wasn't.
The winds were picking up again. It was like being on the shore of an approaching hurricane.
"You gave birth to me... And I'm sure you loved me. But you're not my family. Not any more."
(WILL)
(HOPE)
(LOVE)
(COMPASSION)
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