I’m silent for the most part as Parker drives me towards Miami beach on the way to retrieve my car. I can’t stop thinking about what Uncle Tommy told me, and the weird communication between him and Gamma Nathan. It was like Uncle Tommy wanted to tell me something, but couldn’t. Like something was physically stopping him from forming the words, causing him pain instead.
My parents are such assholes. They didn’t even bother to inform me they didn’t want any ties to me any more. They just pulled the adult closest to me aside and asked him to take me. I’m glad it was Uncle Tommy, though. They weren't always so selective when it came to whose care I was left in.
The nannies mom left in charge of me when I was younger were horrible to me. They were always older widowed she-wolves; bitter and
