And she would never forgive Franklin.
Not now.
Not ever.
The thought came to her with the sharpness of glass pressed against her skin, but Thalia did not flinch. She had long trained herself not to bleed where anyone could see. Her heart had endured too much betrayal, abandonment, lies that tasted like honey until they turned into poison.
Even before she met Franklin.
And he knew, yet he chose to break her as well. And forgiveness was not an option, not for Franklin.
Yes she wants revenge, emotional vengeance. But not at this moment. For now she wants peace. A fragile one, a peace she had carved for herself with trembling hands, like a woman trying to sculpt beauty out of broken stone.
She didn’t want her past creeping back like a shadow at the edge of her vision. She didn’t want
