TW: Trigger Warning: Proceed With Caution.
I wash off my makeup for the third time because I can't stop crying.
This cursed dinner party that Governor Adler is hosting tonight. I would ditch it, conjure an excuse, but I promised Grayson—pinkie promised. That's practically a sacred vow. I swore I'd come, so I will come. Because that's just what Avara does… she does what she's told with a smile and no questions asked. An utter pushover and people pleaser. But I didn't think I was. I've always just tried to be thoughtful, considerate and kind like she was. My mom, though her memories are romanticized in my head, she is the purest figment in my life.
I don't understand the full scope of what my father did or what he's into. I only know that his stain has tainted my brothers. They're involved somehow, I just don't know how deep because no one tells me anything. That's about to change. If they won't tell me, I'll find out on my own.
