Stacy’s POV
As I watched the fires slowly consume the wooden frames of the cottage that did us so many great things since our escape from the wretched Phantom Laboratories. This place served us well. It gave us warmth and security and was the place that proved that families cannot be measured by blood alone.
It was in this place that I slowly accepted what I have become. Because they are like me too.
“I will miss this place.”
“I heard you.” Thomas muttered.
“Won’t you miss the little family that we had here? Not the kind that you think.”
“I do not think of anything.” He smiled, displaying his full set of sparkly whites.
"Right."
“I will miss this too, but the only way is forward and that is where we are going.”
I wish that it was that easy. I wish that I had the same sense of mov
