Lia

Months passed. It had been a year since the whole incident with Solen. The twins were four years old, and they were doing great.

I looked at the twins, watching them play outside.

While there were still issues, they had adjusted perfectly. I was glad that they were making friends with other kids in the neighborhood, doing their best to live a normal life. It was the only thing I wanted. For my kids to have a good life.

I was also working, our city, ensuring that species now worked together and weren’t kept apart. Somehow, it was working. Things weren’t perfect, but it was working. Something that I...