Chapter Thirty-Five: Seeds of Reconciliation

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POV: *Lavender*

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Fate must have heard me come up the stairs. He seemed to be right on my heels and pushed his way through before I could shut the door in his face. I didn’t want to talk to him.

I wanted to stew in the information the doctor had given me. Specifically, I wanted to wallow in a bit of self-hate. Demi made self-criticism a creature of comfort.

Her insults didn’t hurt nearly ...