Dead Silence
“The cookies in their saucers remained untouched and it seemed even conversation no longer occupied their time. It occurred to me that they would have talked a lot, considering who they both were to me, and a large part of me wanted to know what she'd had to say, what she thought of me now, the freak she'd abandoned, not once, but twice.
Once when she'd left me at the age of five, to be brought up by an older man who had mastered the art of eccentric forgetfulness. The second when he'd died and the trust had asked if she'd take me in instead of allowing me to end up in the foster system. Her critical choice had given me that unstable, unhealthy environment, and for years I'd longed for some semblance of the family I'd had with my father. Now, seeing her right there, in front of me, I wasn't sure how I felt about her anymore.
And yet, the knowledge that Loki held her hostage made my fingers ball into fists of fury. "What are you going to do to them?" I asked, my voice ice cold.
"Well, nothing.
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