CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
RYKER
She took in ragged breaths and pushed back her hair from her face. She had just showered and the scent of vanilla filled my nostrils. Perhaps it was her shampoo but it smelled like what could be eaten.
She pulled her legs up to her chest. “My parents were really good. I don't know about how they treated the people. I was quite young then.”
“But I know they loved my brother and I a lot and they taught us to look out for each other.”
I nodded as I listened, scared to interrupt for she might stop talking.
“Zane loved me a lot. I would show him all my dumb paintings and drawings and he would tell me that's the most creative thing he had ever seen,” she chuckled and stared into space as though the memories had come flooding back.
“I was neve scared. I had my big
