Mack cocked his head. “You don’t just walk into your mom’s house?”“I told you, we aren’t like your family.”What felt like ages, the woman who raised me opened the ten-foot door, a subtle smile spread on her pale skin, the green of her eyes soaking me in from head to toe. Her hair was no longer blonde, but silver, cut short and to her shoulders. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” she greeted in her monotoned voice. She opened her arms to me as an invitation.“Merry Christmas,” I said as we hugged awkwardly. Nancy did her best to be maternal, but displaying affection wasn’t one of her qualities. When I leaned away from her, the cut above my eye had caught her attention. She gently touched it, her eyes narrowing while her mouth formed a thin line. “Come inside,” she ordered, then continued to examine my head before I could take off my shoes.“You weren’t joking w
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