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“Let’s talk, sweetie.” My mother’s voice was deep, fervent and yet so distressed.

That only made me stop from stepping outside. I saw my brothers taking Thorne to the wide garden. I started to feel uneasy just by watching them against the glass wall. I knew how impatient my three brothers could be, especially Alkur. What if they didn’t like what Thorne would say?

‘No… I would never let them touch him.’

Knowing Thorne, he would say whatever came to his mind and didn’t mind whatever people would think about it.

I turned to Mom who was blocking the back door towards the garden.

“Mom…?”

I glanced over the...