SPICER GRAY
(“The walls are crushing, and mother is beginning to see. I don’t think I will rise if mother manages to break me psychologically. Emotionally, I am exhausted. If it were not for the little training I have been doing with you on borrowed time, I would be like a walking stick. Tim. I am tired.”)
(I know, Mira. I know.”) Tim replies. The sadness in his tone same as the one in Mirabel’s.
I shut the mindlink. I have been doing these more often lately. I don’t find it fun anymore. I don’t get jealous about their relationship. At least she has him. I hate myself for watching my mate suffer.
Fortunately, I plan on changing this in a week. I am giving my father a last chance.
Four months ago, after the Golden Ball, Mirabel; Tim found evidence Alpha Debra had something to do wit
