“It’s not your fault,” he said.
“What?” Red sniffed.
“It’s not your fault your mom died.”
“I know,” she said flatly. It wasn’t her, it was Catherine Lavoy. They’d all
just learned that together.
“Red,” Arthur said, fingers gentle against all her broken bones and skin.
“It’s not your fault.”
Red blinked. “I know,” she said slowly,
“Red,” he said gently, not looking away.
I NEED HIM, PLEASEE
— Jun 29, 2025 08:11AM
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