Kyra POV
Kyra ~ age five
Toren ~ age twenty
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"Can we do anything for you, bro?" Aiden asks.
I shake my head. "No... I just needed to get away from my family."
He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "Understood. Anything you need, just let us know."
"Thanks."
Elarastands in front of me, concern all over her face. "Tor, please sit. You look like you're going to drop."
Dazed, I sit in the chair I always sit in, and she kneels in front of me and pulls off my shoes.
"Ash, honey, go get him some water." She smiles up at me as he goes off to the kitchen. "You just need to rest. It's been a long few days, you're exhausted and mentally drained."
Ash comes back with a glass of water and hands it to me.
"It's okay to let yourself grieve, Tor. You've been like a f*****g rock sin
