The Tribe
He says, shrugging, but the arch of his brow remains up.
I nod. “I look forward to seeing them again. Alright, well here we go…” I say, subtly trying to control my shaking hands by smoothing down the invisible lines of my skirt until two pairs of hands take mine, and another pair of hands go to my shoulder.
I look around at each of them, and all four give me a soft, albeit uneasy, smile or nod of encouragement as I proceed to tell my side of the story, from the moment I escaped the Tribe until Wyatt’s birth, not going into much detail over certain things due to my children standing there. But, it didn’t seem to make much difference as all three men began to lowly growl while Tess’ hand gripp
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