Peace. That was something Myanin hadn’t felt in a long time, until now. It seemed like there’d been a hurricane raging inside of her for so long that she hadn’t even remembered what peace looked like or felt like. The song was the perfect representation of what Myanin had just experienced. It was what her own soul couldn’t put words to.
“You’ve found that grace, haven’t you?” Tenia asked.
Myanin nodded. “I have.” She wiped her face and pushed her hair back. “I’ve been so scared. I was seeing what I had become, and it was horrible, Tenia. If you could see inside me—”
“I’d see what resides in all of us,” Tenia interrupted. “The constant struggle between doing what we want and doing what is right.”
Myanin shook her head. “No, I was past that. My feet had been straddling some invisible lin
