Thirty-Eight

Athena

Cameron's mom disliked me—no surprise there. I would feel the same way if I were in her shoes. I felt so stupid for coming here. What was I expecting? That she would accept me with open arms when I was her only solution, yet I stubbornly refused to help them.

My eyes welled up, and my vision blurred when I saw his dad with an eye patch sitting on a chair while a doctor applied some ointment to his eye. Cameron had said his father's eye was getting worse because of the weakness of the stone. I never knew how severe the situation was until I got here.

Surprisingly, his father remained kind to me, thanking me profusely for coming to his home. His mother seemed to be judging me for not sealing the bond and bringing their family out of this mess.

She didn't seem generally bad, but I knew we wouldn't get along. There was something about her that I did not accept, and I had a solid, discerning spirit and could sense her resentment toward me. She would never accept me.

To avoid disc