IFhe came back.
It wasn’t lost on him that he’d abandoned ship as quickly as he could.
Oh, and he didn’t blame him.
Not.
One.
Bit.
He wasn’t the only one who was conditioned from their youth.
It was clear that they knew him.
Everyone evaded when he was angry.
What they didn’t know was that was when he needed someone the most. All he wanted was someone to stand with him through the fire.
All he craved was his emotional support person, and up to yesterday, that had been Gene.
Now, it was no one.
AGAIN.
As he walked out the door, ready to start running again, he stared at the trees around him and hated it here.
Why?
It called to him.
He could feel it in his soul.
For some reason, whenever he was here, he could feel the ancestors beckoning him to come back.
Or whatever god-forsaken thing it was that called to him. What he knew was it shouldn’t. It was preposterous to have a tie to this place since he was only half Native.
God.
He missed his mother.
Desperately.
Now, with no hope, and no life in the outside world, the spirits here might just get their way. Where else was he going to go, jobless?
His anchor wasn’t here.
His anchor was ripped free from him, and there was no doubt that Gene would have a better chance in life without him pulling him down.
That was also the cold-hearted truth.
Ethan was just in a free-fall now, and he had no one to pull him from it.
It was scary, but he had to work through this since he was on his own.
AGAIN.
Maybe Fate would cut him a break, and he’d figure it out like he had at eighteen.
