Cain scratched his head, utterly lost.
But then, something shifted in him. He saw the raw vulnerability in her words, the self-doubt she was drowning in.
And for some reason, it struck a chord with him. He understood what it was like to feel discarded, unwanted.
"You're wrong," Cain said softly, his voice carrying more weight than he expected.
Rhea looked up, surprised.
"What?"
"You're wrong about yourself," Cain continued. "You think that because you don't fit into their mold, you won't survive. But what you think is your biggest weakness . . . it's actually your greatest strength. Your skin, your hair — they're part of what makes you unique. Why would you want to blend in with everyone else when you can stand out?"
Rhea stared at him, her tears slowing as his words sunk in.
