<span style="color: #b3b300">“Ah, well no, even if I could bring Ras to justice it wouldn’t fix anything. But we can hope that his death will bring peace and satisfaction to those he and his cult have wronged. I don’t need to kill him myself, I just need to reveal his plots to kill you and your family and Order will take care of the rest.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffcc99">“I don’t know. I guess I just need some coffee.” </span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">“Which you can’t have because you’re breastfeeding him.” </span>Analise nodded and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #ffcc99">“I am well aware.”</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">“It’s good to be protective of your son but you didn’t need to lash out at Ashia.” </span><span style="color: #ffcc99">“He’s not her son. He’s my son and Rachel’s son.” </span>Karrie gave Rachel a worried look and conjured herself a cup of water.<br/><br/>Chiren looked around the graveyard then back to Ashia.<span style="color: #9999ff">“Poppa Ras brought me here once. He let me help cleaned. Swish swish goes the cloth. But Momma is wrong. You and Emmy are my pa-parents. Other mommas are just mommas.”</span>She looked into Ashia’s eyes and nodded, her own wide eyes full of understanding.<span style="color: #9999ff">“Chi-chi always careful. Momma Rashell was at Ras’ um… webbing party. So I know her. And so was Momma Karrie. Did you know Karrie is Poppa Ras’ baby? Chi-chi love you too, Momma.” </span>She leaned into Ashia’s hand and held it tightly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>