I was no cry baby. Even when life got tougher back in the forgotten village, tears were never my source of relief or an outlet for my frustrations or pain. But that was when I had what I thought was the perfect family. When all I had to do was seek out a sister who’d always listen, a mother who’d comfort me with the best embrace, a father who’d help me dust myself up and encourage me to keep going. That was when everything was perfect.
Now…? Now I was all alone and that perfection was marred with betrayal, leaving me drunk on distractions to keep going each day. To keep the tears at bay, to keep from drowning in the lie that had been my life, I had turned to distractions. Etiquette lessons with Liira, Tea and long walks with carlytte, Naps that Liira claimed were good for the child I carr
