LOREN
”No, that was ordering people around like you owned the place.” It was a ghost of the former humor Loren had once shown, and it poked its way out like a plant at the beginning of Flowerbirth, tentatively, but reaching for the light. It had been so long since he’d allowed anything good out from his empty core that it surprised even him. However, it disappeared at Phoebe’s question. ”I don’t know. Kind. Courteous. Helpful to others. Stalwart and brave, and not afraid to admit when he’s out of his depth.” He shrugged, a haunted look coming over him. ”A good person.” Everything Loren was not.
Her repetition had a bit more force behind it, but he still wasn’t totally satisfied. ”Better. Again.” The cadence of drilling lessons into someone was familiar from his childhood, though he was usually on the other end and hopefully this would have a much more positive outcome.
Her repetition had a bit more force behind it, but he still wasn’t totally satisfied. ”Better. Again.” The cadence of drilling lessons into someone was familiar from his childhood, though he was usually on the other end and hopefully this would have a much more positive outcome.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
