For the next two years, Mia remained in a relative's custody under the Moonlight Council's supervision.
But even with her gone, I couldn't stop wondering if my parents would one day forgive her and bring her back.
The fear followed me into my sleep.
Night after night, I dreamed that Mia came after Granny Grace and that Mom, Dad, and Adrian chose her over me all over again.
I stopped smiling. Every day, my mind raced ahead to the next disaster, trying to prepare for pain before it could reach me.
Worried, my parents quietly consulted a pack therapist. According to him, years of living on edge had left me deeply traumatized. The only way to quiet my constant fear was to give me something I'd never truly had before: a lasting sense of safety.
So my family did everything they could to gi
