In the end, we agree to travel to Miami in exactly one month—long enough for me to do a little more sleuthing before I sever ties once and for all with my new family.
For the record, yes, I’m aware that it’s probably not going to be as simple as it sounds. I’m still legally a minor, and Aidan is still legally my guardian. If we’re successful in Miami and we come back here with answers, Aidan could very well try to lock me up in my room for the next six and a half months.
He’d have to catch me first, though.
As the days pass, I become more and more excited by the notion of getting out of this place. I’m sick of it—sick of the dark, dank atmosphere; sick of the vast, empty feel of the place. I want to be in a home again, not a Gothic castle.
Cooper turns the charm on even harder, and I r
