~Rafe’s Point of View~
“You haven’t heard anything? Nothing at all? And why is that exactly, hmm? I very seriously doubt you even called. That you reached out. Did you even talk to any elders? Talk to dad,” I growl, losing any semblance of patience I have left.
My father’s been blowing me off all week, likely not wanting to get in the middle. Expecting I’ll tow the line, do as I should.
“They haven’t gotten back to me! These things take time, Rafe! Those people live in the mountains, off grid they don’t exactly all have phones,” my mom defends.
I run my fingers through my hair and stomp my foot in frustration. Every second I let this continue isn’t doing anyone any good.
And for all her faults, I don’t even want to hurt Cassandra. Sure, she’s a spoiled and selfish brat, but she does
