Chapter 137
"My mom was like that," he suddenly informs me as he cocks his head at the setting sun. Looking it as if it's some anomaly. "She was a writer, use to tell crazy stories when she put us to bed. It's where I got my hair color from." He picks at his jeans in a nervous fidget, "my brothers all had blonde hair. My mom use to say that she always wished for one of us to look like her dad and that God answered her prayers with me. I was the youngest, you know," he purses his lips in deep thought, "and the last."
"What happened?" I ask softly.
"What happened to everyone else," he murmurs. "The Purgatory came and they took my whole life away that day. Mom, my brothers, all gone." I can see the glassy sheen of his eyes, "mom said she knew I'd be the last one before she died. Said to find my dad. So I went, and he didn't me want there." Jer looks sour as he spits that out, "I think that's why we're all bonded. We're all outcasts, misfits, so we all understand where we ca

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