IRIS“Iris,” Mr Rowan said, his voice roughened by lack of use.We all mourned Katrina in our own way. I hadn’t seen Camille for days. She was likely holed up in a cave somewhere, trapped in her wolf form so she wouldn’t have to feel the crushing weight of loss. For their dad, it was alcohol.And maybe for me it was being fixated about her death. If I kept digging, kept searching for answers, maybe I wouldn’t have to face the ache she left behind.Like I said, different strokes for different folks.I stepped fully into the living room, perching on the sofa opposite him.“How are you?” I asked. Then I instantly regretted it. Of course he was terrible. His daughter died.“Good,” he gruffed, lifting the glass to his lips with an unsteady hand.The space fell silent for a while.“And you?” He asked mechanically. “Kade?”I forced a tight smile. “We’re… doing the best we can.”A frown tugged at his lip like I’d just said something out of the ordinary. “Take care of him, Iris,” he slurred,
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