★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Hazel watched Margy intently as she spoke of her family. Her voice was reverent, soft, thoughtful, but there was a haunted look behind her eyes. Something that said she meant every word, but not quite in full. An undercurrent of deeper truth had Hazel’s head tilting ever so slightly, wondering what it was that Margy wasn’t telling her.

But Hazel wasn’t willing to pry anymore than Margaery was willing to share, so she didn’t ask. “They sound lovely.” She agreed earnestly. “Are you going to find them some day?”

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