"Mira," he said. "You just found out Jaxon stole your last memory of your mother. Jaxon—you did it to save her from the pain of remembering a death she caused. You are both right. You are both monsters."
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Jaxon arrived, nursing a black coffee. He was the brooding type, all sharp cheekbones and performative silence. He looked at Leo’s setup—the shattered acrylic mirror, the single rose dipped in black wax—and grunted. "Edgy. I like it." "Mira," he said