What Blood Carries, What It Doesn’t
“You can’t wash away who you are,” Catherine had hissed that morning.
She was right in one way — and devastatingly wrong in another.
You can’t wash away who you are. And who I am is stubbornly, relentlessly loyal to the truth.
What she saw as “bloodline rot” was just her own bitterness reflected back — a grievance sharpened over decades, finally turned on the wrong person.
