We were damned.
The very moment Pheonix Atticus had mentioned his disagreement about letting us meet our ex-foster caretaker, Grace, I should have trusted his intuition. I should've trusted his conscience, instead of blindly boasting about my fighting skills. I was learning the hard way. I always learn the hard way. It was just how I was. Plain stupid.
I was the type of person who pulled people down along with me. Not only did I get myself in trouble, but also my brother. Poor Tobias. He kept on saying that meeting Grace was not a good idea. Pheonix also tried to explain to me. But my thick skull barely took their suggestions. If anything, I ignored them.
I was so hopeful and proud of my fighting skills that I forgot being drugged and tied can make you go helpless within seconds. No
