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I touched my chest. “Me?”
“No.” A low chuckle left him. “You call her Lunita. We named her the Monster.”
“Lunita is fight?”
M bobbed his head. “She’s the protector of us all.”
“No.” I frowned. “I feel like I’m the protector.”
He shrugged. “We all think that in the beginning.”
I deepened my frown. “Well, I’m not freeze. I always act when danger comes.”
“Very true.” M went back to the board and put the chalk by it. “The little girl is freeze. Unfortunately. . .she was the second person to be. . .born. That’s what I’m calling it, but the true concept is split.”
“Oh.” I thought about her and my heart broke. “That’s why she remembers so much about our mom.”
“That is why.” M touched his chest. “And. . .I am a bit embarrassed to admit this, but I am flop.”
“You are flop?”
“Yes.” He looked down at the floor. “It took time to admit, but my travels through India helped me understand.”
I considered the list. “That leaves two—flight and fawn.”
M bobbed his head. “Amber is flight.”
My bottom lip quivered. “A-amber?”
“Yes. Due to the nature of her response, it will be hard for you to meet her. She is always hiding, always running away. She likes to hide in the sewers under this building.”
I backed up. “Did X know about Amber?”
M shook his head. “She never wants to come out and would rather stay hidden.”
I tried to wrap my head around all of this. “You said the little girl was the second of us, so Amber was the first? Or was it Lunita?”
“Amber was the first to be born. That means she had it rough.”
“The little girl called her the Whore.”
“That is what Amber calls herself.” M began twisting his fingers. “It makes me. . .uncomfortable, but. . .I try to. . .respect that. However, I gave her the name Amber.”
“Why did you pick that name?”
“Amber is a healing agent in folk medicine. I hoped the name would give her positive thoughts of herself.”
“Did it work?”
“I have not seen her in sometime.”
“Could she be the original?”
“No. She is what you would call an alter. The first one.”
I returned to the list of trauma responses. “So. . .you think I’m fawn?”
“You are.”
