Almara’s PovI lay on the leather couch scrolling on my phone with Grace asleep in the crevice of my arm. This would be a perfect lazy Sunday afternoon, if not for the horrible things I’m seeing on social media.The fire at the orphan center is the top trending story which I suppose make sense. It is a horribly depressing story. The only good news is that absolutely no one was hurt. The worse news is conspiracy theorists are blaming us. Of course. I should probably care mo
Almara’s PovThe day has progressively gotten worse. Arthur’s received an email from an unhappy publicist, again. Something about how fans are writing in their hurt that the Covingtons would have something to do with burning down a government building, an orphanage no less.We haven’t even been charged with anything, not that we could, but it seems people are already making up their minds about the situation.Some are writing in that burning something to the ground just becaus
Almara’s PovThe buzz regarding the fire and orphanage has not died down, despite the lawyer who smoked the cigarette took the blame for the entire situation.Just the other day, we have received our 158(th) piece of hate mail. Hate-mail. The Hurricane Pack has only ever received fan mail. While I’m sure there are always some stray dogs who don’t know loyalty, at least they kept to themselves.It seems people have already made up their minds and are sticking to the conspiracy
Almara’s PovLaying low only works when we stay confined to the house. Which I was happy to do for a couple of days. Those first two days were bliss. Just Arthur and I raising Grace, loving on one another, lazy mornings followed by peaceful evenings.But now, by the third day after that public announcement, my skin is starting to crawl.Unfortunately, any time Arthur and I would leave the house to take Grace for a walk or get a cup of coffee, we would be bombarded by the press or at the v
Almara’s PovA week had come and went with my parents dropping hints about Arthur and I needing to help around the house or get jobs. No free rides, my father had said. While they were happy to house us for as long as we needed, we also had to contribute in some way- which is totally fair.Especially since Arthur and I have no idea how long we plan on staying here. We arrived with the understanding that a date for leaving was to be determined. Truth is, we both want to work or have something to do.
Almara’s PovInside the diner, the place looks exactly as I left it. Except maybe a little cleaner before the crowd of the day comes in. The dining room is empty allowing The shuffling in the kitchen to seem louder than usual.“C’mon Grace.” I say quietly and hoist her up on my side.“Food. Food.” Gracie says. I nod.“That’s right. People eat here.” She’
Almara’s Pov“Want me to stay back?” Arthur asks leaning in to whisper in my ear. I’ve lost my voice, so I just nod. Cathy starts to approach us and luckily my legs still work so I take a few tedious steps towards her.She has every right to be mad at me. The last time we talked was in jail and that didn’t end well. Then we were supposed to get breakfast and I cancelled on her. Then I cancelled on her again only for the world to see me on what appeared to be a date.I still haven’t called her back or tried to explain any of it to her.“Hi.” She says, sounding just as unsure as I feel.“Hi,” I reply, not quite knowing what else to say.“I didn’t know you were in town.” She says gesturing towards Arthur and Grace behind me. I suppose this can be added to the list of things I’ve neglected to discuss with Cathy.“Life has been”“Busy?” Cathy says, finishing the sentence for me. There’s a slight jab to the heart by the way she says it too, like she’s heard it all before.“Not necessarily i
Almara’s PovThe night finally comes to an end. By the end of my shift, I’m still soaked in dirty dish water, my body is sore from leaning over the awkward height of the sink and then only bending over further to access the dishwasher.Grace is beyond fussy out of boredom. I brought a ton of toys and books to try and keep her occupied and gave her what attention I could in between washing dishes, but ultimately she was confined to her play pin that I had set up along a dirty white wall.Meanwhile, the other cooks and dishwashers kept giving me mean looks and saying how I should find somewhere proper to leave my daughter and that no mother should be treating their daughter this way.At least Emma eventually left me alone but that was only because it was slammed tonight. So, she was making a ton of tips and piling the dishes high for me to wash. Now I stand in the back parking lot waiting for Arthur.When I see his car roll up, I can barely keep it together anymore. He steps out of the