Celeste’s POV.
In the warmth and protection of the matriarch’s embrace. I feel myself slowly crumble.
“Let it go, sweetheart, let it go.” Those simple words break the dam.
A strangled sob leaves me as I tighten my hold on this powerful woman. A small, warm hand rubs my back, and I know it is Serurora.
“Scream, cry, explode. Let it out.” Michaela says, and something breaks and a heartbreaking scream bursts free, my knees buckle, and I slip. Pulling her down with me. She rocks us back and forth as I realise it all. The pain, the fear, the rage, the disgust. Everything, all of it leaves me with each shuddering breath I take and I can’t stop, I can’t stop crying.
“It’s going to be ok. You are going to be ok. We’ve got you,” she whispers and kisses my cheek.
“I’m … I’m … Soo … Sorry.” I
