Asher
Picking the lock on my mother’s room, I snuck in. Father left with Christoff and Gisela, his mistress, for a family day out. I knew if he were to find me in here, I would have hell to pay. But I learned a long time ago how to sneak around the packhouse unnoticed even by him. And in times like this, I had to take advantage of the day. Easing the door closed behind me, I turned to find my mother smiling widely at me from her chair. Her room was set up so she would never need to leave. Food was brought to her daily. Otherwise, she had what she needed to survive. Her bed was pushed up against the wall on the far side of the room, allowing room for a sitting area. Bookshelves lined the far wall and were filled with all kinds of books for her to keep herself busy. The on-suite bathroom wa
