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Quincey
I needed alone time, and I needed to move.
It started snowing this morning, so I left the lights off when I headed into my studio. I opened the wall chambers to expose the floor-to-ceiling windows, then put the music on. The heat filtered through, but I kept it turned down.
There was so much noise in my head. Too much.
I needed to clear it out. I needed things to make sense.
Nothing was making sense right now.
You win. Always. Those were my father’s words, his motto. It was how he lived his life.
Valerie didn’t live life that way. Neither did our mom. Neither did Graham and Calihan.
Why me?
Why did she choose me to take Nova?
Why did Valerie want her in this life with me?
“Oh my God, Quince! You can’t be serious with that costume.”
I was stretching and paused as Val
