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“Dad, when you jumped from airplanes, was it scary? Were you afraid?”

 “I mean, this is my organization! I’m the one who started it!” She grimaced. “Does that sound petty?”

Dini caught her reflection in the fridge’s polished chrome and made a face. Maybe she just didn’t want to understand herself

Dad said we’ll talk about it. And we will. Not with Mama, not yet. But it has to be today

The thought of how Chesed Tzirel’s reputation was spreading made her glow with pride — but how much more work could she take on alone?

“Perele, would you mind… you don’t have to, of course, but… could you tell me what you meant by what you said before?”