Chapter .29.

Be careful- The devil can hear your prayers too. *** I go back to the pack house, holding my head up and not letting it be known just how much my chest hurt inside. My feet wander to the back porch. And there she is. Mom sits on one of the chairs, content to paint the sky as she hums tunelessly away. Dad sits next to her, his eyes watching her movements the whole time. Looking at them only makes my chest hurt more. Dad is the first to notice me. He gives me a rare small smile before his eyes freeze at the mark on my shoulder. Slowly his stands. I brace myself, waiting for whatever onslaught of emotion he would bring. Silently he embraces me, giving me a short, brief hug before he walks inside the pack house. Mom looks up curiously at dad's retreating back. She is not as observant as him. It takes her a second longer to catch sight o