Tara’s POV
I didn’t know how to respond to Jack when he asked me that question.
The four of them, that was Jack and the triplets, had this transparent, boldness about them that jarred me every time I witnessed it. It was so different from the customs back in First Moon, and I hated myself when I found me comparing the two, weighing which one I preferred more or not. Would this be my life? Comparing two parts of me and deciding which one held my heart more, and which one didn’t?
I didn’t know how to respond to Jack and so I didn’t. How was I meant to answer that question without admitting to him that I felt wholly, completely broken? Victor was meant to be the one person with whom I felt unbearably whole with, and yet, here we were again, at a crossroads, as though we were staring at each other from opposite ends of a cliff with a burning bridge nestled between us.
Some days it felt as though that burning bridge was the only thing keeping me warm.
