Priscilla
I stare at my father, “What had to come to this? What are you talking about?”
“I should have known better than to make you go with Jack,” Dad says with a frown. “You belong with Jasper.”
“No, Dad, you were right. I belong to Jack,” I say and crane my neck to show him Jack’s mark.
“Come along dear, we have work to do,” Luna Stella touches my shoulder.
“It will be okay, honey,” My mother says.
“Mom?”
“Let’s go,” Luna Stella says, a little firmer, and squeezes my wrist.
“We love you, dear,” Mom calls as I am dragged away.
I wrench my wrist from Stella’s grip. “I don’t want to be here.”
“Since when?” Stella gives me a look. “I thought you loved my Jasper.”
I sniffle as tears well up, “I thought I did too. But I love Jack.”
“That pauper in the dirt?” Stella wrinkles her n
