'How dare you talk to me like that? how dare you feel so entitled? my father is dead and here you are using that as an excuse to Step Over Me…' Miriam suddenly speaks up her hand falling of my shoulder as she stops my movement.
'I did not hold your father's death against you, you did that yourself. you are the victim and yet you turned yourself into a villain. that is not my fault Miriam. don't expect me to take the fault for your own fall.' I speak my eyes darting around as I thank the moon goddess that no one was necessarily staring at us. the last thing I wanted his attention. especially attention directed towards others.
' remember How good and kind my father was to you but in the park. he treated you like his own daughter. sometimes even much better than he treated me. he took care of you. and outcast little bit. A wolf found at the edge of the pond. You could have been dead if he did not save you that night…'
