Bound by vengeance
Still, seeing my grandmother sitting in the front row brings me a small sense of relief.
When I lift my eyes, I see the faces that have become my new family. Timmy, with his protective air and crooked smile, wears a deep blue suit that reflects his boldness and style. Midnight, or Huxley, as I call him now, carries his aura of mystery in a burgundy suit, sober and imposing. Gutemberg, the Ghost, who is no longer quite so ghostly, is in a lead-gray suit, flawless as the rich boy he’s always been. Vincent, leaning casually, seemingly indifferent but attentive to every detail, wears absolute black, elegant and commanding. They’re all here, each occupying a unique and non-negotiable space in my
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