Casey held Eul’s gaze for a long moment before she spoke. “Believe me when I say that I honestly do not give a fuck.” Because she couldn’t bring herself to care about much of anything at any given time. What her mother did after she died was far outside her limited empathy.
“And that’s part of the issue.” Eulalia’s gaze was unwavering, eyes always a little too wide to be anything short of unnerving. “A broken girl raised by a broken woman.”
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