#Chapter21

It was later in the day; Austin was in the kitchen cooking dinner while I was slowly starting to fix the house. I say slowly as my arms were still hurting, but I refused to stay in this house if it looked as though a tornado had gone through it. I walk over to the mantle piece, picking up the broken photo of Roman, Austin and me. It was taken around two years ago; we had just gone on a holiday up north and the weather was so nice. It was the first day Austin and I actually got along, which is why a photo was taken.

With a...