AZALEA'S POV
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This morning is like no other. It's filled with light, and not the kind that streams from the sun, but each step feels weightless, my chest feels like it's floating around mid-air, and my heart isn't squished to the ground for the first time in months.
"Morning mom," I beam as I stride past her as she and Lyra are planting new flowers. Mom peers up at me, eyes more hallow than before, her smile small in comparison to how cheerful I feel.
Mom has become depressed.
"Morning, Lea." She murmurs before lowering her face back into the plants.
"Mommy, where are you going?" Lyra asks. "Work," I shrug, flipping open the umbrella as I head into the heart of the pack to see off the first shipment to the Oceanic Tides pack.
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Returning home at noon, I make sandwiches for the
