The phoenix's eyes softened. She somehow knew what I was thinking.
She suspected, but never thought he would harm her. Once she realized it and was ready to flee, he killed her.
"How do you know?" I asked because the spirit was already with me; she shouldn't be able to tell.
The spirit never leaves you. I was with your mom until she ceased to exist. I could never talk to her, but I would sometimes make myself present in her dreams. She explained. Her voice was soft, and I appreciated the patience she had to explain everything to me carefully. I showed her glimpses of what I caught during the day, but she was in love.
Of course, she was. My father was her mate; he was the person who was supposed to protect her, grow old with my mother, and cherish her like a treasure.
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