I rose and finished my morning bath. I took my time while I dried my hair with the blower. I wore the white pull-over and black shorts from the stuff Razbill brought to me on my first day here. I was always grateful for it because I ran away with nothing. I would be forever grateful to him.
It was not my intention to eavesdrop to a brotherly conversation, but somewhat, I was glad I did. My heart was full. I knew Razbill was sincere. I knew his intention was pure and had always been.
Opening the door and stepping out to the hallway, I found the brothers in the living room. It startled me a bit because I expected them to be in the kitchen having breakfast, and not standing there, looking up at the portrait of Razbill's mother.
Dayshawn was nodding at something Razbill said. From the side
