Survivor's Burden

SIENNA'S POV

Myra didn't stop.

She hit me again, screaming something broken I couldn't fully hear through the ringing in my ears. Her fists were wild now, her grief bigger than her body could hold. She clawed at my arms, shoved me, shook me like I might rattle out a different answer if she tried hard enough. The new life pulsing through my veins felt wrong, tainted by the cost of its existence.