BROOKE
As we made our way to the clearing, a log was flat on its side.
I sit on it with Alanna beside me while my father leans against the nearby tree.
I looked at my father, and he seemed nervous.
"You look like your mother," blurts Alanna.
I turned to her, confused.
She shakes her head. "We have a photo of her in our house," she says. "When I met your father, he was a mess. He was unhappy being with that awful woman. She was a piece of work. She always brought up your mother and made his life hell. But when we got together, we moved into our little house. Before he left and moved in with HER, he left all of his stuff from his previous mate behind in an old storage locker, like old furniture and photos. Some pack members helped us move in; we sorted the boxes until we came to the bo
