Casey’s Regret
Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone.
Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.”
I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone.
I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.
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