SPICER GRAY
It was orchestrated perfectly. It was my fault they won last time but not now. I didn’t deserve to be manipulated.
I didn’t see Sibyl when dad arrived and it is why I didn’t have my guards high. Hell, with the object available, I saw dad and I leaving the pack for Mirabel and heading to search for Mom.
I thought I was strong enough not to let them take over. But they did.
Why didn’t I think something was up when I asked her to come and see pictures of Mom?
Now, it is back to square one. She doesn’t trust me.
When and how they managed to get that out of me is still a mystery. I want to pin on someone, Timothy perhaps but I can’t. He would never do such a thing.
I have little memory of me speaking to them. Answering their stupid questions. I was in a daze. Drunk. Stupid
