(He doesn't have to say it. Lucretia knows, and in a way, has always known that for this, he would hate her. It's not something she will ever be okay with, but it is something she is resigned to.)
I know. (She raises a hand but reconsiders at the last moment; her fingertips gently brush his shoulder. Me too goes left unsaid.
She misses Lup so dreadfully some days that she can't stand it, but she isn't about to try and compare their experiences.)
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I know. (She raises a hand but reconsiders at the last moment; her fingertips gently brush his shoulder. Me too goes left unsaid.
She misses Lup so dreadfully some days that she can't stand it, but she isn't about to try and compare their experiences.)