aimed right at my throat
Rosalie Mae Thompson
wife, mother, victor.
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Rosalie Mae Thompson
wife, mother, victor.
Maybe they think Willa is training to become a ninja or something.
That’s not a terrible idea, actually. Maybe I’ll buy her a little mask and everything.
The same thing happens to me with Magnus. Don’t worry about it. They’re up all our butts cause we’re Victors.
I’m not sure what they’re hoping to find. To be honest, my life is fairly boring.
Why can’t I take Willa to the park without peacekeepers watching me like I’ve just killed someone?
W-we’re at a hotel… across town.
Do you need anything?
Good. And you need a nice yard for the animals and kiddo to play around in.
I… walked out. Took Magnus. Things happened… I may have overreacted, but… Titus hasn’t been very truthful to me about… a whole bunch of things… I just left. I freaked out… and left…
Oh, Laurel. Where have you been staying?
Oh god. That’s no way for a kid to grow up. That needs to change.
I’m… okay. Away from home with Magnus, and… just away.
And it will — very soon.
Away? What happened?
You don’t need a nice house to have a good home for your family. Even a small house would be better than the hotel.
I suppose you’re right. It’d be nice if Willa didn’t have to listen to the delinquents next to us cursing at each other first thing in the morning.
What have you been up to, dear? I haven’t heard from you in ages.
It does! If you need help finding one, I can definitely help you out. You deserve a bigger space to live in.
You’re an angel, but I think that the ad pages will do for now.
No, you need a place for all the animals and you guys and little Willa.
It won’t be anything as extravagant as your house, but it’ll hopefully be a little nicer than a hotel.
