HELENA.
Aaron shrugged. “It's not like I'm running away. I don't want it at all. It shouldn't be hard for them to understand.” He forked another pancake, covered it in syrup and brought it to my mouth.
I felt so babied.
Nonetheless, I ate it.
“How about I tell you a little story. The year before my parents died, I had this fear of the road. I hated the streets. My mom said I was too pampered, and I'd eventually have to master the way of the streets. Sometimes that statement made me think they planned their death. But no parent would want to leave their child alone in this cruel, cold world.” He turned his fork towards the bacon, and I subconsciously ate it from his fork.
“The night they died, I never actually wanted to go out on the streets. I didn't want to leave Henley. But if I s
