Morgan
I didn’t know what I was doing.
Shiloh was behind me, eating leaves from the underside of trees, but we were off on our own. I was standing in the woods, watching. That was what I was doing.
Watching.
Being curious.
Not understanding why.
I didn’t think about others. I cared for my siblings, but they had left. When Karen died, they had left. All of them. I had staff, who acted as my guardians, and teachers for my homeschooling, but the people I’d come to consider family were gone. Peter Kellerman went back to his businesses. Matthew, Finn, and Abby returned to their private schools.
I hadn’t been given a choice to go with them or not.
I got a new sister when Shiloh was born.
She and Shoal were my family.
Then they came back that day. Car after car. All of them were there,
