Chapter 7
Marco
12 years ago
Death is a simple understanding of a life cycle.
We are born, to eventually end. The only part that is controllable is how you choose to live. The sacrifices you are willing to make.
Lecturers teach us this very thing. There are billions of stories to tell us how, but only a few to tell us why.
My phone rings for the umpteenth time and I berate myself for picking it up.
“This better be important.”
“Is that any way to greet your sister,” Anya chastises me.
“Where the f**k have you been?” I snap and take a deep breath to control my temper.
“In New York. Now I’m back and we need a little family reunion. NOW. So cancel all your plans and tell our brothers to get their asses to the Manor.”
“I’m already here, will contact the others now,” I agree as my sto
