Anna's POV
With a sympathetic look, I said, "I'm sorry."
She narrowed her eyes, retorting, "Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity."
"Then we're really different," I replied. "When my mom ended her own life and my father tried to sell me off to pay his debts, I would've given anything for a little sympathy."
Her eyes widened, and she blurted, "I'm sorry to hear that."
"That's why I thought you might welcome some empathy," I pointed out. "You keep pushing away anyone who tries to get close, so how do you expect to find friends?"
She looked at me, momentarily lost for words.
“So, what happened to your mom?” I asked again.
“Years ago, Mom went to support His Majesty in fighting rogues…She lost her life; I lost my mom; my dad lost his love. And all we got were condolences.
