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Lena knew her mother’s handwriting like she knew her own heartbeat. The loop of the n , the sharp t , the r that leaned too far left. But the word itself was a stranger. Not English. Not French, though Mira had taught her some. Not the bits of Latin that sometimes floated through their kitchen.

“I’m going to say something,” she said. “And when I do, the world is going to change. But you’ll be fine. Just remember: don’t be quiet. Be true .” ninitre

Lena took a breath so deep it hurt. She pressed her palm flat against the wall, over the tape, and said the word. Lena knew her mother’s handwriting like she knew