Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
Cat held the shawl... blanket... whatever the fuck it was in her hands as she looked from it to Ainsley. “So you’re telling me... you father has these all made for his kids?” She folded it over her arm, shaking her head. She didn’t want to think about what Ainsley was actually implying. That this blanket that had been wrapped around her when she’d been thrown out on the streets as a newborn somehow made them siblings.
“Huh...” She paused, a hand on her hip. Instead, she thought through the most likely scenarios. Counterfeiters were the obvious culprits here. “I mean... I guess people have gotten good at making copies of shit.” She took a deep sigh, she’d worn it to East Reach as a way of paying homage to Ainsley. It was in the Red Keep’s colors, and Ainsley was going through so much right now. She’d hoped it might offer a bit of comfort to the duchess as she dealt with her grief and her sorrow.
She handed it to Ainsley and shook her head. “I don’t know who gave it to me, I’ve had it since I could remember...” She shrugged, “I’m sorry that they copied your family’s heirloom...” She gave Ainsley’s hands a squeeze as she let go of the last remnant of her past that wasn’t emotional baggage. “I was thrown out on the streets of the Red Keep as a baby, so whoever put me in that must have thought it would make someone take notice, I guess.”
