I think you might be onto something. Troy, even though he had a psychopath for a brother, had a very loving family support system. Miles didn't have that. Dysfunctional is all he ever knew.
Erik took him in and considers him a son but I don't think his frontal cortex has matured enough for him to process it.
The ranch was an insular environment that allowed Miles to breathe for the first time in his life. That's gone and combined with his past trauma and now repressed memories, its a recipe for disaster.
He does need to figure out who he is and who he needs to be.
I don't think this story truly falls under the 'dark' label. There are dark elements, yes, but things will be clearer soon with the direction that we're heading.
This is the chapter that I would consider the end to part 1 if I had divided the story that way. Lots of questions still need to be answered and more and more of that road will get traveled. There's still many miles to go. (Ha...I made a pun.)
Nope. No schizophrenia. My in-laws provide me with more than enough of that, bipolar disorder, ADHD & OCD.
"Her" could refer to any female that Miles ever came across. Doesn't have to be a relative. Could be a complete stranger. Or a cousin or an aunt, a teacher, a neighbor. The possibilities abound.
You're gonna have to be patient. You know the drill.
This is definitely an every other POV story so the next chapter will belong to Miles.
But don't expect answers. The Krew knows what I'm talking about. 😉
I'm chilling out for a bit before throwing some sandwiches together for when hubs gets home.
His mom made it out of the hospital and into a rehab nursing home. We're going to zip over there tonight and tomorrow morning.
Gavel Sister 1 has headed to Rhode Island for the weekend and Gavel Sister 2 is who tf knows where. Probably went to their trailer in NH. I don't really care.
I went through my MILs dresser and nightstand today. To say hoarder is being nice.
3 bags of clothes now are packed up. The Gavel Sisters can deal with them. It's stuff my MIL will never wear again. Two bags of trash and a full 8 gallon trash can of nothing but religious garbage (think "free" gift from the Sisters of Divine Solicitation in the form of a prayer book or devotion card) that went into the recycle bin.
There was a tube of antibiotic ointment in her drawer that expired in 2008.
Sigh.
It's been a great reprieve though. My stress level has decreased immensely.
Tomorrow we are going with my brother and his wife to a wine and craft fair. I'm looking forward to spending time with a sibling who is normal.
Have a good night everyone!
Miles does have some repressed memories that he's sorting out and it does play a part in his leaving. There's other reasons too...which will come out in due time.
Window? I thought you were on the neverending roller coaster 🎢
Could be. Could be his mother. Could be an old friend or classmate. Could be a false memory that has been twisted up and knotted in his brain. Gotta wait a while before you find out.
No worries. I'm pretty sure the issue lies with Germans and most of the world having features that use metric measurements. My default is the US's stubborness to cling to the imperial system. My brain still can't compute kilometers into miles without plugging it into Google.
There have been time-jumps and there will be again. It's just part of Troy and Miles navigating that long road home. @FanLit has said it repeatedly"trust the process". She's kinda smart.