“Oh, that means she is going to be trouble but worth every second of it,” Mom said, and I smiled up at her. I was not an easy child, but she made me feel like I could have been the literal devil and she still would have looked at me with those proud eyes.
It made everything different, and I wondered whether my brother would have been who he was if my father had looked at him like that instead of feeding his delusions. Probably not.
Pain pierced my heart, memories of Lucas filling my thoughts. I had trusted him, I had laughed, smiled, hurt with him, and he had betrayed me. It still sat like cold, dark obsidian in my otherwise light heart, and I didn’t think it would ever heal, but it was still hard to remember.
“Oh, of that, I am sure,” Tabby chuckled before emptying her tea and putti
