Amelia
Xavier's words from our last training session echoed in my mind: "Never let anyone see your weakness, Amelia. Your strength isn't in your muscles, it's in your ability to endure.”
Drawing a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my gaze to meet Mary's, not in challenge but with quiet dignity.
"I apologize if I spoke out of turn. If you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
Mary seemed taken aback by my composure, having clearly expected me to crumple.
"You—" she started, but Violet cut her off.
“Let her go, Mary.” Violet said with a dismissive wave. "Perhaps we're being too harsh,"
Violet interjected with mock sympathy. "After all, it's not entirely her fault that she's deluded herself.”
Mary sniffed, adjusting her sleeve as I bent to retrieve the fallen boots.
