Chapter Sixty Eight
In which there is peace.
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[Ayne Kent’s Point of View]
This was my first time experiencing something like this.
I was not sure where we were going, but this seemed new to me. My body was going through all kinds of butterflies as I sat back, listening to the soft music that blasted through the speakers. Dad was driving the car, while Mom was sitting in the passenger seat seemingly navigating the way as we go. The long years that Dad was kept in that cell, some streets have been changed in a rather complicated manner.
Zana and I were prompted in the back, and while I am beaming—my sister seemed used to it. She would look outside from time to time, holding my hand to have some strength about the situation. It seemed that my sister was practicing to get used with th
