Reigna relaxed her grip on her reins. “Do you suppose we’d know more if our mother . . .”
“I know what you’re thinking. If our mother hadn’t died, maybe she’d have told us more about what to expect.”
Eden pursed her lips in thought. “I know it sounds crazy, but I love Mara so much. I can’t imagine life without her. I know Lilith was wrong to have caused our mother’s death and yet . . . somehow . . . I also know that it was right for us to . . . you know . . . to have had Mara.”
“I know what you mean. Dixon would have been with us either way, but Mara . . .”
“I hope she’s better.”
“Me too,” Reigna said, directing her horse around a boulder that jutted into the pathway.
They rode quietly for several minutes.
“What are you thinking?” Reigna finally broke the silence.
Her sister shrugged. “Actually, I’m thinking that maybe Mara didn’t regain her memory because . . . Well, maybe she’s tired of all the responsibility, of all the trouble. Maybe subconsciously . . . she wants to be set free.”
Reigna pulled her horse to a sudden stop.
Eden, realizing her sister no longer rode at her side, turned back. “Are you all right? Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice quivering.
“I’m all right. I just never thought about . . . I never thought we might be a burden to her.”
“Me either. I mean, I’d never thought about it before. But it stands to reason. She’s spent years cooped up at the compound with us. Maybe she’s just grown weary of it all.”
“You think she wants us to release her?”
“Oh no! She’d never—” Eden’s brow furrowed. “Do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
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