Chapter 31

• CHARLES
• I want to articulate it the amount it annoyed me. The manner in which Little just stayed there, gazing out the vehicle window totally unmindful of the remainder of the world since her viewpoints were blinding her. It was composed all around her face how hard her brain was attempting to find an exit from this bursting at the seams with her mom right next to her. I could nearly feel how little trust she had in my promise that no damage could at any point come to her while I was alive. Of course, it was me that made her that way. I was actually mind-blowingly pissed, and yet, glad.
• "What are you thinking?" I asked her, waking her up to some different option from her decided brain.