It was Tuesday and time for school. I was petrified. I loved school but it was a new school in a new pack. I did not know anyone yet, except for my stepbrothers, the Salvatore boys. The night has been restless and full of worries.

"Good morning, darling."

My mother greeted in a singsongy voice. She was still in her nightwear. I smiled when I saw her. How could someone be this beautiful even on a morning as early as this?

She came and hugged me tight. Rib-crushing kind. I ...