“This is my soon-to-be sister and look at her. She looks like she can hardly stand on her own at the moment.” All humor is erased from Trey’s face when he gets a better look at me. “Give her to me,” he orders, reaching out and pulling me away from Victus as he hands me over. “She never says anything!” Trey complains to his brother. “She never whines or shows vulnerability. It’s so frustrating.” “She’s right here and she can walk,” I say, wiggling to try to make him put me down.
