Shiloh’s Point of View
I’d always wondered but never asked. Tonight, I would, when my brothers were playing on their devices. Mom had always answered my questions about my father and our extended family but in bite-sized responses. I’d never pushed for more. But seeing Aamon Brzezinski everywhere we went or someone else discreetly watching us, I needed to know. Everyone knew he was connected to the organization that was not to be named, and if he was watching us, I had to wonder if we were, too.
Our home had no family photos displayed, and even Mom's social media accounts were void of them. It felt as though they were all like ghosts. I only knew my father's appearance from searching online with my brothers. When someone teased Onyx at school for not having a father, we searched and foun
