–Livana–
It's ironic to admit, but I'm glad I'm blind. If I could actually see Tyrona's face, I'd probably vomit—right onto her. And if that ever happened, I'd aim carefully.
There's no way I can enjoy a meal with her around. That petty argument we had still lingers in my mind, even though Damon's loud, intrusive voice tried to drown it out. He kept rambling about already having a house of his own here in their compound. Like I care. Honestly, I'd rather hear his pointless bragging than endure Tyrona's irritating chatter or even the sound of her breathing.
After breakfast, Damon's mother took me somewhere. Jane was there too, along with their grandmother. I could tell the older woman still walked under her own power, but her pace was slow, deliberate. So we matched it.
At first, there was only silence.
