The Gilded Age: Mother is Home

Crystal remembered everything. No matter how clean the areas have become, no matter how much they have changed, the memories still remain. Trauma doesn't fade away, but it can be dealt with. Sometimes it can even be overcome.

Those memories are stuck, creeping like a shadow, ready to trick your mind into believing those people will come for you again. Is everything your fault? Are there others in league?

There isn't a safe moment. One can't relax anymore. All you can do is throw on a brave face and smile. If we were to break, Sue and I would be viewed as incapable of making decisions. Is that what they wanted from the beginning, to back everyone into a corner?

Since when did dealing with death become easier than this anxiety? As Crystal thought, she released the third wolf from her face.

The wolf joined his brothers. "Hey, Roth, Odds. What's up?"

The other two wolves snorted and glanced away.

"You got a bone with me!" he third wolf snapped.