Chapter 27: "I Don't Have a Wolf Anymore"

"It's just like that. Just like Florence and I, when we were still naive, we used to blame the heavens, complaining about why we weren't given a normal family. Florence's father was an alcoholic, her mother was addicted to drugs. Her childhood was spent enduring beatings and taking care of her parents. She was poor and suffered, yet she still loved me. She stood up for me against the thugs who insulted me, shared the little blueberry jam with me, and split a piece of bread to share with me. You...