I was never included in holidays or major events. My life was managed by their housekeeper—clothes, books, everything. My career, my education, my existence…they were never discussed. I was invisible.
The child the Blackwoods took in was just a charity project who was always set aside because she didn’t have a wolf, and their son picked me up and then abandoned me in the same way ten years later.
But Theron was worse. He gave me hope and scraps of affection, made false promises, and made me cling to something unreal with zero intentions of following through.
I’m done humbling myself for anyone. I have to rein in this need for family. Maybe being by myself will be good for me.
With my resolve strengthening with every minute, I feel some of the weight lifting off my shoulders.
As the sk
