The Lycans Nextdoor
I explained.
Her shoulders slumped, and she looked at me with glossy, pitying eyes, but I just smiled. I was really young, only five, so the sting had faded. I’ve known Amy as "Mom" for a long time. I don't have many memories of my real dad, but I have a lot of my mom.
“Is that how Amy became paralyzed, too?” she asked.
That wasn't exactly my story to tell. “No. That’s a different story,” I said, hoping to close that door.