#Chapter127

Issues galore

Larissa

I sat in a treehouse in the backyard. I heard someone climbing up the ladder onto a platform as I dangled my legs over the side. The person sat down next to me.

“So, is this your getaway place?” Michael asked me.

“Lakin calls it my fortress of solitude,” I said.

Michael chuckled. “It’s okay to cry.” 

“Oh, I can’t cry. If I cry, then I’ll cry all the time. No one wants to see a weeping mess.” 

“Larissa.” 

“No, Uncle Michael. I won’t cry, and you can’t make me.” 

Michael knitted his brows, then I broke. He wrapped his arms around me as I cried...