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[Ryan de le Poer]

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They don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell.

Ryan frowned slightly as the little girl moved away from her, but she pushed forward a small smile as she titled her head to the side. "I’ve meet you before," Ryan told her gently. "It was a while ago now... about two months, I think." Ryan had actually been pregnant at the time without even realizing it. "My name is Ryan," she told her, hoping maybe that would ring a bell. Still, it didn’t explain why the little girl was here. She was going to figure this out though, that was for sure.

She settled herself onto the ground, the plaid fabric falling gently past her knees to veil her thighs. "I live here," she told Zana with a nod. "Well, not here at the mansion. Over there," she pointed, "towards the shore." She looked back towards the cute little girl, noting now the unusually gorgeous hue to the child’s eyes. "Does DaVinci know you’re here?" She asked, finding it a little painful to speak his name for the guilt it caused to resurface.

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