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She’d always wished she could understand people who looked forward to holidays--a family gathering, all of them in one place, under one roof, around one table, like it was a good, welcome thing? Impossible. When your mothers tried to raise you in the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, an easy Thanksgiving was off the table. It would have been so much easier to cut contact with them entirely. (And she had, for a while. It had helped. A lot.) But it wasn’t that easy, because nothing was easy, was it? Mystique was a certified card-carrying supervillain, but she was her mother. Rogue hated them, but she loved them. She’d tried to break the ties years ago, and still they’d come back.
If only it had been easy.
Rogue knocked on the door and ducked her head inside. “Hey, Mama,” she said. “Heard you were looking for me?”
