CONNOR
My sisters were not happy when I met them the following morning.
Well, news for you, girls – I’m not happy too.
To be fair, they were kinda right: they’d come to my place the previous night, wanting to talk about our parents’ new shining revelations … but I really didn’t have it in me at that moment. I’d just gone through some extremely shitty few hours, I was tired, scared out of my mind, and confused like hell about my family, my own identity – so Lily had politely sent them home and organized a breakfast for the following day, aka today.
“This is total bullshit,” Cheryl stated, bursting into my house without even knocking: she had Bertie in her arms—honestly, after the events of the previous afternoon, none of the parents in the pack felt comfortable leaving their children
