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Who I Am
Cindra’s POV My hands began to shake as I read the papers shoved inside of my mother’s nightstand. My legs turned to jelly, and I sank onto the edge of Asha’s bed. The air thickened with the weight of the words on the page. The truth of it felt so real and so painful I could barely breathe. Everything made sense now—how I never felt like I truly belonged, why King Flint and Queen Bridget always treated me differently, how I looked nothing like the rest of the family. “What is it?” Helio asked, his voice a little too loud to be a whisper. My stomach churned, and I looked up at him, at a loss for words. When I told him, would he look at me differently? Would he regret knowing? Regret anything? Would he even apologize for every terrible thing he’s said and done to me? Now that I knew the t
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