48. Silver Spoon

In order to keep up the pretense, I spent the first week in England visiting my cousins Wyatt and Amiah. Wyatt was so much like Maverick that it was practically impossible not to see him like a brother. They were so similar that many often thought they were twins. Sometimes I find them to even be more alike than the twins.

Amiah, however, was more like a sister to me. She was like the sister I never had. I grew up with both an older brother and two younger brothers. Apart from my mom, I was surrounded by men. I loved spending time with Amiah, as it allowed me to talk about things apart from business and fighting. With Amiah, I could talk about the more simple things in life. Like me, she was into art and loved spending her time at Art Galleries. It wasn't until this trip had I realized how long it had been since I had last gone to an art gallery.

It took me a few days to gain the courage to go to the gallery with Amiah. I was also a mess for a few days after. But Amiah helped to pul