Ben’s grades slipped
again after his daughter was born. He was the one responsible for her care when
he was home. Onyx was willing to watch the girl during school hours. Blizzara
did nothing to care for her daughter. She was out every night partying at some
club.
Ben cautiously jiggled
open the window. It was the first time he’d actually done this. He listened
carefully to make sure that no one was coming to investigate the sound, before
slipping inside. He pocketed a few of the knick-knacks and then departed as
silently as he’d entered.
He soon became an
expert at breaking and entering. He knew his parents wouldn’t approve of his
larcenous tendencies, but it beat staying at home wondering where his wife was
and what (or who) she was doing.
Caitlin celebrated her
second birthday and Ben celebrated his fifteenth. At times his life seemed
surreal. Married and a father before he could drive. He did love his daughter.
She was the only good thing that had come out of the whole mess. He planned to
divorce, or at least separate, from his wife as soon as he turned eighteen, no
matter what the Council said. He’d already experienced three years of a
loveless marriage; he had no intention of spending the rest of his life trapped
in one.
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