“I ran away.” Wren laughed, shaking Elena’s shoulder playfully. “Their son was so annoying to deal with. I was too embarrassed to introduce him as my brother at school. I made it very clear to people that I was adopted.”
“Your childhood was quite eventful.” Elena shook her head, laughing. “I literally have no fun experiences.”
Wren nodded thoughtfully. The fact that she could joke about her chaotic childhood now told her how much she had healed. It had been absolutely traumatic. More traumatic honestly than her last mission where she had almost been killed.
It had taken a lot of therapy sessions before she eventually stopped going, convinced it wasn’t doing anything for her. Now she could see it had been doing background work the entire time, quietly rewiring her whole nervous system.
