Psyke tilted her head back and forth, trying to get the images of Harper out of her head and remembering that her life was good right now. Lavender was a lovely little girl (five! She was five) and her daddy would be so proud of her. Harper would've been really proud of all of Psyke's stores, excited to bounce around the world with her, it---it would have been a good life. But it was taken away from them, and Psyke had managed to pull herself up from the rubble and find her footing again. Tristan had helped her through it, Alex had, Lavender had, her friends too.
She squinted her eyes at the sun, wondering if she was allowed to talk about Alex's stay. Her brother was in a fragile state, but she truly didn't think Michal, who was currently in a state himself, would go around spreading rumors that could get back to Alex.
"My brother's got a problem he's working on," she decided to say, nodding. "I waited far too long to get him real help, so---hopefully he'll be okay."
Her parents had royally screwed up their children, but Psyke was determined not to repeat the same mistakes. Lavender and Jason might not end up as brilliant scholars (or maybe they would, Tristan was a decent student), but they were going to be happy as hell and not feel the need to turn to drugs and alcohol to make it through the day.
"I'm a judgement free zone when it comes to losing your mind," she said, tilting her head. Psyke's nose scrunched, "If you want to talk about---it or anything, I'll be here with my lips sealed shut."
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