Chapter 65. His Fault

I always wondered about the Shaman. Colton seems to trust him, and he doesn’t seem to spend his days by Juan’s side, as the elders do. The Shaman hides away until the turning ceremony each month and rarely comes out.

“How can he still blindly love a man who can do that to him? She was his mother.” I despair at the thought, sinking into my crossed legs and perching my elbows on my knees so I can lean my chin into my palms. Propping myself up while my body sags in deflation.

“Love, Chica, it does loco things to rational people, and no matter how cold Juan is, Cole still loves him as a son should. He’s all he has in terms of a real family. His grandmother has a weird aversion to her grandson and barely looks at him. She’s Juan’s mother, and since birth, she never bonded to Cole. It’s bizarre.” Meadows sighs heavily, too, and I can taste her hopelessness in the air seeping into me. She frowns down at the grass and goes back to picking daisies, throwing them