Zeke
The plane ride wasn’t very long, or it didn’t feel that way, at least because I slept through most of it. I thought it best that I distanced myself from the others. They were digging too deeply into my past, but that’s where I wanted it to stay: in the past. I didn’t want to talk about my mother. I didn’t want to talk about my father, and I definitely didn’t want to talk about the bullshit the man put me through.
We landed early in the morning just as the sun was cutting through the trees. The trip to Beau’s pack didn’t take long once we got in the car. I was surprised to find that Beau was no longer glaring at me. He hardly acknowledged me at all. Which, if I were honest, I preferred. The man was relentlessly reminding me that I wasn’t good enough for them. I wasn’t good enough fo
