Chapter 21
BlairI lifted the gifts from their spot next to the dresser and steadied myself. I hurt a little from the escapade in the bathroom but I liked that. It’s something to remember him by. God, as if I wanted to focus on that now.
Christmas morning had arrived. This was the last day before we left, and I’d finally be free of my mother, whether she liked to accept it or not.
I touched my fingers to the back pocket of my jeans and edged them around the outline of the picture of my father. Dead and gone before I’d had a chance to know him. How could I trust that what my mother said was true? She’d lied before.
Yeah, not that you’re the authority on truth here. This whole weekend has been a lie.
Had it? The joy that enveloped me whenever Samson came close wasn’t a lie but I wanted i
