Skylar’s POV~
The rain had been falling all morning in a gray drizzle that made the massive windows of the Blackwood estate look like fish tanks.
I sat at the kitchen island, pushing a piece of toast around my plate. I wasn’t in school today. Damian, my stepdad had made a phone call to the dean an hour ago, his voice was all low, authoritative rumbles and just like that, my classes were cancelled.
“She’s not feeling the weather, Harold. Keep her spot. Yes. Thank you.”
That was it. I was his to deal with.
It was the fourth year since Mom had packed a single suitcase and fled to God-knows-where. A "sudden trip," she’d called it. A "break for her mental health." She never came back. She sent postcards from Switzerland, then France, then somewhere in the Caribbean, but she never steppe
