[there's a searing rush of relief, sharp enough it makes her knees weak. to shauna, the truth exists, of course, truth and justice and mercy and honor are all real. but she doesn't care, because there is no justice when you've knelt in the snow and buried your child.
so instead:]
i love you and i'm sorry. i don't know where you end and i begin.
cw: child death
so instead:]
i love you and i'm sorry. i don't know where you end and i begin.
that's the last thing i ever said to you.
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I wish I had heard it.
I love you, too.