Chapter .65.

Losing the future they had dreamed together was as hard as losing the past - ATTICUS * * * Orion asked me one time to describe Vincent. I couldn't. I couldn't describe him, because I didn't know Vincent. I didn't understand him. But there was something I understood, that Orion would never understand. A bond. A connection. Can blood connect someone? Maybe since that day, Vincent and I had always had a connection- something forged of pain and hatred. Something that we tried to ignore but couldn't forget. I can't explain it to Orion, or Grandma, or Grandjay. Not Bram or Rex. Leo. If Leo was here he would understand. He would maybe be outside with me. He would have met me in the dark, a knowing look passing between us as we both set off into the woods.