"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty"
- Maya Angelou
POV: Jonah
Stella is sleeping snuggly with her head on my chest as we lay on the couch. She was so hurt this morning. As far as worst birthday cards go her grandfather topped it. Who does that?
Evelyn left about an hour ago after lunch. Stella has really grown close to her in the short time she's been here. I'm happy she has. She needs someone to trust. "Hey, Nathan called me back. They found Evan's body. He hung himself." Noah mind-links me. "Damn." I curse under my breath. I was hoping he hadn't gone through with it yet. "Alright, thanks for informing me. How's things going?" I ask my brother. "Good, today seems to be one of those calm days in the pack."
