THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW.
“You can’t go now, Trish, please.” Curtis pleaded to Trisha for the umpteenth time. “You said you’ll leave when you get to twenty-one. That’s a year away.”
He probed, following Trisha around the library as she replaced books back to their positions on the shelves. He came to see her as he usually did every day, but this time around, she announced to him that she would be leaving the pack soon and start her journey of searching for her parents.
And Curtis had thrown a tantrum, forgetting she had turned him down the last time he told her he liked her.
“It is my choice, Curt,” she sighed and turned to face him, “I’m an adult now, so I can decide when I want to leave and it’s really about time. I have to search for my own identity, who I really am and where I
