“Okay”
Walking into my walk-in closet, I pick up a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Once I’m done, I get out. Aspen is on the bed, with a framed picture.
“I miss grandma,” she says, her eyes tearing up.
Sitting down on the bed, I pull her onto my lap and hug her tightly.
“I know, my love, but she’ll come to visit, okay?”
“When?”
“I’m not sure; you know your grandmother is busy,” I replied. “Don’t worry, she’ll come to visit, and she’ll bring lots of gifts.”
It was a lie, but I didn’t know what else to tell her. The two had bonded so fast, just like she had bonded with her aunt Rave and uncle King.
Just like she’d promised, Beth had found us after things had settled. No one knows how, and she refused to tell us. She stayed with us, but around mid-last year she left the pack, sayin
