Alpha Nyxion's POV
"Hey...hey, it's not my fault your meals are the absolute best," I said, raising my hands in surrender.
"Yeah, we'll keep your growls to yourself. Some people are approaching a hundred and twenty next month, and would not like a heart attack," She grumbled, returning to turn the stew in the pot.
I sat on the stool in the middle of the kitchen and watched her work. Avery was like a second mother to me and my brothers, and we never made her feel any less. She was also the only one Varek listened to whenever he threw his tantrums.
Our mother's death was something no one could ever explain to us, and after years and years of searching, I just concluded that we would never be able to understand what happened to her. Even our father couldn't give us a valid explanation
