Meg finally looks at me, her blue eyes shining. They’re wearing white, which only adds to the surreal nature of the entire thing. What does she see? A pretty young blond woman with a baby boy in her arms. As she studies the photo, I study her face. It doesn’t cease to cause pain, but it’s not a constant low hum in the back of my mind. Better to let their ghosts rest, to let the memory fade. The others were lost.” I mourned that loss for a long time, but perhaps it’s for the best. “This is one of the few pictures I have of them. Meg moves until her arm presses against mine. I shift to include her in this painful walk down memory lane. “Don’t you think the time for that has long since passed?” “Yes, but that doesn’t make it right.” She wraps her arms around herself. “Would you believe that I wanted to spare us both pain?” Not if you’ve been spinning out this plan for revenge.” “But you didn’t really forget them, Hades. She takes another step, moving around the desk to stand at my shoulder. “You never told me about them.” She can’t quite keep the accusation out of her voice. He was too young to understand, but it calmed him.” “I used to read this book to my son every night. I hear her behind me, her footsteps as familiar as my own.
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