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DAWN
The sun glares through the c***k in the curtains, the tiniest little spot where the cloth doesn’t quite meet — it shoots a blade of light straight into my eyeballs as if it hates me.
Do I hate myself? No. But I’m confused and agitated and absolutely f*****g furious.
My whole life, what I thought I knew about my mother was a lie.
For days, I’ve been lying here, watching the ceiling, trying to remember the battle in Vermont. Should I be pondering the blade? Maybe. Thinking about my own role in vampire eternity? Perhaps. But I can’t. Ever since that day in Vermont, there has been something nagging at me, some small unknowable thing — something I saw but didn’t know I saw. Something I recognized but did not connect to a real-life experience.
But last night … I did. I remembered t
