125: Cycle Of Violence

Cole shook his head and got dressed completely. At this point he didn't think there was much that his grandmother was keeping from him, and even if there was, he had no idea in what aspect those secrets were being kept. He knew just how cunning she could be, if he did not ask the right questions she would pretty much just tell him what she feels he wants to hear and keep her cards closer to her chest.

Perhaps it really wasn't fair that he was looking or rather seeing his grandmother through such a jaded lens, but he was raised in a family where politics were their bread and butter. And his grandmother already had an established reputation even amongst her own family, he would be a fool to fully trust her but right now their lots had been thrown in together and if you couldn't give family at least a modicum of trust, then there was not a single way for you to ever be able to live in this world.