Raven
I laugh quietly. The sound broken and hollow. I had felt too many emotions today and I couldn't process it. Didn't want to. "You say all the right things," I tell both of them, even as my fingers clench into tight fists of the fabric covering me to keep me from shaking. "That's the thing though. You are still cruel. You are still that person. You haven't changed. Neither of you. You still kill, you still hurt, you still take and take until there is nothing left to give. If there were concrete proof that you had changed, either of you, then this would be easier."
I look at Nico then — really look at him — and it feels like pressing on a bruise that I've spent years pretending isn't there.
"You don't get to decide when I'm ready to hear the truth. The rest of your story," I say. My
