I sat dumbfounded staring at the doors that just shut after Pops.
I don't get it, why wouldn't he tell me who that fucker is? I know he's not planning to protect him, so where did that sudden lack of trust come from? And what the hell did he mean by 'when time is right'? I know Pops not always shared everything with us, but I never had any doubt he did this to protect us. So what is he protecting me from now?
I will have to think about this another time, because now all I can focus on is a siren call from my bedroom.
I dragged my tired limbs from the couch and went to my private room. The only place where I know I will get some so much needed alone time. I had enough company for the day.
As soon as I opened the doors to my bedroom I knew something was not right. Then I felt it. Tha
