Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training." Since when does "overseeing" include throwing knives at me and scolding me at every opportunity?

I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.

"What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too."

It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.