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hese ballet slippers are a gift I

elicate pair of slippers, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. And in

face with my hands, was overwhelming. Bu

he slippers and examining t

're buying gifts for your sister now. Meanwhile, here

ngrateful... And now you let your li

uldn't mask the cont

e. She kept Fiona close, doting on her,

met my father un

y, nothing like mine-had always b

ut sorcery, gone to every healer

lifting the slippers up an

sister. These ballet

gaze fell to her legs, and I saw it-t

sharp crack split the air-my father's hand, landing across m

ona wouldn't have these damn problems! You drained all her energy when she was inside your mothe

your sister,

limpse of Fiona crouching on the floor, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph.

d a bitt

bed all the nutrients,

. She didn't mean it. But you know, sister, you really should learn to keep t

fe, I might have cowered. Bu

llet slippers to the side. "Here, take it

pers hit the ground,

ging at her sleeve desperately. "Mom, do somethin

rude, maybe your father wouldn't have had to teach you a lesson. We've told you time and time again, think b

wear them. Don't make

d them was almost suffocating, thick l

wear

to step out f

d walked out

idn't need to think twice. The w

I saw the long-legged creatures-ostriches-strutting across the

allet slippers from my bag. Quietly, almost like a pred

t all, I couldn't help but laugh. Fiona would