CHAPTER 11

ADAM VAUGH

            I can’t remember when I slept so good… In my entire life, my sleep has always been agitated, so many worries, so many responsibilities on me.

            Sometimes I close my eyes and it’s so livid in my memory the image of my father’s pale and cold body.

            Uncle Quinn, from Garret pack, because he’s such an old family friend, helped me to dress dad, but I made sure to dress him to the funeral.     

            My father was a handsome man, dark long hair, with livid brown eyes like Connie’s. I remember I combed his silky hair, so like Kayden’s, and without anyone seeing, I cried hidden. An