[ She almost snaps at him. Almost. Anger's an old friend of hers at this point, one of the few she's kept and carried her whole life. God, Lee, you're an angry girl, her mother used to say. What've you got to be angry about? Like her daughter was so unreasonable to want something else, to be seen as she was and not as the blank slate everyone around her wanted - a doll to be molded and told to stand up tall and be charming. They never spoke again after Leah finished bootcamp and she doesn't know what story her family told about her absence. What did it matter, when she never really existed for them in the first place?
Anger is easy. Anger is her oldest friend. And she knows Daryl's silence. She could get him to break it if she tried, if she pushed hard enough.
She doesn't. She just exhales through her teeth, and lets it go. What's done is done. She has work to do now. ]
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Anger is easy. Anger is her oldest friend. And she knows Daryl's silence. She could get him to break it if she tried, if she pushed hard enough.
She doesn't. She just exhales through her teeth, and lets it go. What's done is done. She has work to do now. ]