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So was I
“Do you knohat she told me before she killed him?”
He didn’t answer… He just waited patiently as the clean-up crew took care of the bodies around us
“Donatella,” I said ently and tenderly as she had said it, only this tier for everything, you are like chaos in a bottle, your love is like a Golden Fleece, and your rage Pandora’s Box You are like I was I do not want you to change that I want you to close your eyes, take a deep breath and think first Have high expectations, do not doubt yourself and do not compromise Be s picture and you will thrive”
“If anyone had a ords…” Wyatt said, his eyebrows furrowed together and he still avoided looking at me
“It was our mother,” I finished for him “I was so upset about Doval, I lashed out I convinced ainstto break me Teach me some stupid lesson That she didn’t want me to be happy because she wasn’t happy when she was a kid Doval waspoint I had it all planned out How I’d make her pay Really pay I think that’s why dad finally me took me to the veterinarian,”
I sed the lu ed in their final oes away and the wolf takes over, fight-or-flight kicks in, and even if you’d taken care of them for years, even if you were the only person who’d ever loved them, out of fear and pain, they attack”
“He took you to see another wolf-dog?” Wyatt looked as if he’d figured out soreat mystery
“Usually the vets put down the sick wolf-dogs, but good old dad had arranged for the in a bench and sit it in front of the es, double bacon, butter, white pudding, and brown sauce breakfast roll,” I shook ood lunch “Heshow of it He wanted the moment I realized how stupid I was to be forever etched into my mind And so, I watched; this animal that looked so much like Doval, who had whined and whimpered in pain one moment and then bared its teeth to attack the next, and I realizedat the at the fence so hard that it was cutting its own guh It barked and howled, trying to claw at us Dad made me sit there and watch it unravel for an hour; he’d eaten his sandwich and ot up and killed it”
He didn’t need to tell me that my mother had killed Doval not because she wasto letwhat she needed to do to protect her fa picture
“I’ve been called a lot of things, spoiled little rich girl, high-maintenance Barbie doll, shrill drama queen, immature, cynical bitch, over-the-top psychopath—”
“By who?!” Wyatt snapped, his eyes directly on me
Ignoring his question, I bent down to Toby’s body, now in a black plastic body bag, the zipper stopping right at his Adam’s apple
“I as and much more, but what I am not is an idiot and nor a directly to Toby as I zipped it over his face and closed the bag
“I didn’t doubt you for a second,” Wyatt said quickly