MIRABEL REDFORD
My conversation with Timothy was cut short after someone came and told him that Meghan was calling for him. I recall leaving him curled up in her bed. Did she hear him outside?
Like the sweet puppy he is, he didn’t ask why Meghan was calling him. He offered me an apologetic smile and followed the she-wolf who came to call him. Poor Tim. Is Meghan going to suffocate him with her pillow?
Is she doubting that I am founding she rejected him?
I shake it off and walk slowly towards the training room. I have no idea where I should begin with training myself for the competition. It is not that I have wrapped my head around the fact that I signed myself up.
The only thing I know is that I am doing this for dad. To assure him I will be what I was made to be. But what about mysel
