Ash's POV
The trailer is a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be. The front door opened right into their makeshift kitchen/living room. The walls here are a toss-up of tin and beadboard, which are plastered with about a dozen pictures of Kenny, his sister, and various kids. None of them look alike, and it's hard to tell if he had that much family or if these were neighborhood kids he mentored. The collection of shoes I trip over as Kenny padded to the stove told me otherwise.
“You hungry?" Kenny asked, dumping a collection of plates in the sink. He turned on the spigot, the water turning pink as he washed his hands. One moment his knuckles were swollen, and the next they look halfway healed. Alphas, Goddess, they have it so easy.
When I don't answer thanks to the jealousy robbing
