Will, the person who my heart beats for. The guys I call brothers. My cousin who’s always been more like a sister—just like the one whose ghost walks these paths. The one we came here to celebrate, along with her twin brother… They’re my family. Blood might be thicker than water, but us? We’ve got thorns. There is no pulling away without one of us bleeding out. It’s codependent. Toxic as fuck. Messy and raw in a way that most people will never understand or accept. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Pun absolutely intended.
