Novel & Cerita What Happened To Dekus Mom

Kilaila: “ Who are you Dereck? Derek remained silent. Kilaila: “ Derek! Dercek shook his head. “ I can't continue to get involved with someone like this! “Kilaila said, leaving. “ They are my sisters! “Dereck said, holding her by the arm. Kilaila: “ Sisters?! Derek: “ Yes! Kilaila suspicious: “ And what do your sisters have to do with his late wife Mary? Dereck: “ They passed away! Kilaila: “ And why did they… Dereck: “ Plague! Kilaila said nothing. Dereck: “ Mary passed away, a month later I lost my two sisters! Kilaila: “ I'm sorry! Dereck: “ I don't like talking about my past, because it's sad and painful! Kilaila: “ Dereck… Dereck: “ So I would really appreciate it if you would stop torm

Waiting. Still nothing. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Derek always responded immediately. Always. Even when I was angry with him, even when I was pushing him away, he always had something to say. But now, nothing. I scrolled back up to read what I had written, and my stomach dropped. "Why don't you go help your mother in the kitchen if you're so bored!" Oh no. Oh God, no. Derek's mother was dead. Had been dead since he was a kid. He had told me that. He had mentioned it multiple times.

"You've lost enough because of me. The bookstore, your apartment, everything. Let me give you this." Valentina wanted to argue but saw the need in his eyes. Duke needed to feel like he was providing, protecting, making things right. "Okay," she said. "Thank you." They spent the evening addressing invitations. Valentina's list was small—her sister Melanie, a few friends. Duke's was larger—the whole club, their families. "What about your mom?" Valentina asked carefully. Duke never talked about his mother. "She's dead. Has been for years." "Oh. I'm sorry."

“Those few hours with Debbie before…everything changed. She kept talking about teaching her pack history and proper etiquette.” I walked closer and saw the photo he was holding. Mom and Debbie on the front steps, both smiling. Debbie wore the purple dress Mom had bought her. Her red curls looked like fire. “She would have been a good grandmother,” I said. “She was already a good grandmother. Just didn’t get enough time to show it.” Dad set the photo down carefully and picked up another one. This one showed Mom at her desk, papers spread everywhere, reading glasses perched on her nose. Working late into the night like she always did.

An Omega shows up to clean the mess and a nurse arrives with the same kind of pyjamas she gave me on the day Kaiya’s shift almost killed her. I shower and change in the infirmary. By the time I’m done, Thaddeus is back, Deacon is sitting on a chair with his head cradled in his hands, pulling at his own hair. All traces of the Belladonna had been cleaned away. “She didn’t make it?” I ask. “No,” Deacon says. He chokes up and hides his face from me. I turn to Thaddeus. “Her mother?” “She left.”