The Unfinished Rejection

“I… Valeria Thorne… of the once lost Argent Mist Pack,” I started, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “Hereby reject y—.”

…But I wasn’t able to finish the sentence.

Because I’d been wrong… so wrong.

I could see that now.

I didn’t recall that prior timeline memory to prepare myself for the pain I’d feel upon completing the rejection.

No… I’d seen it as a reminder.

A reminder of why I shou