He always said that the Murphy Clan was family, and we should remember that. But where were they when Arthur locked me away? If my parents were so close to them, why did they never check on me after the funeral?
Family? I had no one, but something deep within my shattered soul considered the possibility of knowing Frank and Ellen for the rest of our lives. Ellen reminded me so much of my mother, and Frank was nothing like my dad, but also similar in so many other ways. Was this the end for us? Would they drop me off somewhere and leave?
Protective? What did that even feel like? What was it like to have a village rise up for one another? Is it even possible for me to find that in this magical place in Canada that Ellen and Frank are talking about?
Those keywords felt far away, like thing
