I was an only child and so was my father, meaning I had no cousins or aunts and uncles from his side. I had never met any of my grandparents, my mother's parents as well as my father's. The only other family I had beside my parents and Harrod was my aunt Jess, my mother's younger sister.
She lived on the other side of the country, growing up I hardly ever saw her. She visited on holidays only, Christmas and thanksgiving. As a kid I always looked forward to her visits. She'd always bring me a ton of presents and she'd tell me the most interesting stories of her travels around the world.
When faced with the decision of where to go, she was the only person who came to mind. She was the only one I had left. I couldn't return to West Chapel, it was far too dangerous. I had no one else.