Underneath the Sycamore Tree

It happened in stages.My father left.My twin sister died of an incurable autoimmune disease.My mother started breaking down.Then I was diagnosed with the very thing that took my other half from me.That was when I realized Mama’s eyes turned gold when she cried.So I moved in with my father and his new family—new wife, new son, new stepbrother.Kaiden Monroe made me feel normal.Hated. Cared for. Loathed. And ... loved.Somewhere along the way, I’d found solace in the boy with brooding eyes.But everything happens in stages.And nothing good ever lasts.