“Leigh was my only family.” “And Jarod was mine.” So I’d stayed, and we’d become each other’s family. And our bond forged by grief transformed into a connection wrought from love. I’d found in Muriel the mother I thought I no longer needed. After all, I’d already been fifteen and had spent five years navigating the human world with little help from the ophanim who deemed us self-sufficient the day our wing bones formed.
