Sixty-Eight:
Piper Powell
I should have run.
My birth mother had just tried to kill me, and my birth father was in league with her. Because he thought we were going to be the perfect family together. Willa had pointed a gun at my back, and now we were sitting in a booth of the diner like nothing had happened. “If I’d known that you were my Mom…. even if you’d just wanted me as my aunt…I would have come with you. I didn’t know.”
“Richard Tanager said you had everything that you wanted,” said Willa, “that you were happy, and that you didn’t need your trashy mother around.”
I thought back to my time spent with the Tanager family. Had I been happy? I’d never really thought about it. Every day was just me trying to survive whatever I tho
