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Chapter 43: Transgressions

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die. - Plato

The weight of Enoch's words falls upon me like a heavy veil, tears brim my eyes.

Somehow, I thought I would feel better, but I don't. His death won't bring her back; nothing will. A few tears roll down my cheek, and I brush them away.

"Why does this news distress you?" Arlo furrows his brows in vexation. "Why do you weep? I thought you would be pleased. I do not understand? Explain this emotion."