FIA
My mother was quiet for a moment.
"Like I said, every time that we falter," she said carefully, "the same thing happens. You find us. You tell me mostly to be strong and I do. I am strong. I try to be. You tell me. The cycle will be broken..." She stopped and then she started again. "But.. it feels like we will carry this damage into the next life and the next one. I can never get far enough away. I don't think I can ever get far enough ahead."
I thought of my mother's silence. All those years of it. The way she never talked about her pack, her family, where she was from. The way some questions made her go somewhere behind her eyes and come back slightly emptier than she had left.
But... she was wrong. She had gotten out. She had not have gotten away in every sense. Not entirely. Not from the inside of it. But she did get far enough. She got far ahead.
"It will be fine," I said. "You will live. It will all be fine at the end of the day. Your mother will live—"
