I'm an Outsider in My Own Home
The accompanying note merely read, "I'm sorry about everything I did. This should have been yours all along."
I looked at the crest pin glinting under the dim light, and suddenly, I recalled the mockery in Fabio's eyes when my classmates called me a liar.
20 years later, I had finally, in name at least, been granted the same status as Fido.
I snapped the box without a second thought and tossed it into the storage chest at the very back of the basement.
Luca sent an email written in a stiff, measured tone.
In it, he actually admitted to his cruelty and formally invited me to sit in the front row as a family member at this world tour competition the following month.
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