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Nana Jean warns me to watch myself with these three. Say haints is tricksy. But they remind me of my mama in a way. Like they plucked memories of her from my head, and made them into three people. Maybe that's why I'm fond of them; remind me of what I lost.

Cautious might be a better word for it--like I half expect to be chased off the property at any moment. That's not likely, not anymore, but being unwanted is a hard thing to un-feel, to forget.

'You care about him. You really care about him,' he declared. I had no answer to his accusation. Because that's what it was. An accusation. Of defection. Of betrayal. I had no answer because it wasn't an accurate summation of my feelings. I didn't just care about Nihaal.