I leave Kir’s office in a sour mood. I don’t want to ask my aunt for anything. It’s against my pride. She keeps patronizing me and I hate that about our relationship. If I tell her I need her know, she’s going to love it. The damn attention.
Yeah, we might be a little similar in that way. But still, this is about my life, and she’s going to try to make this all about her. I can already see it. I always suspected my sister was like this. I had to take care of my niece all on my own. It was so damn difficult because she’s so damn difficult. Blah, blah, blah.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice someone very familiar until I’m practically grabbed by my arm and spun around. My face already takes on an angry grimace, but soon enough, it disappears from my face. This isn’t just some
