Cloe POV
Still dreaming. I had to pinch myself when we reached the dinner table, and there was my family sitting there eating. It was hard to believe they were here. That they wanted anything to do with a failure like me. That's what Dad and Mia called me all the time. After a while, you tend to believe what they say.
Richard remembered my bike, the boxes we brought home, and the many times he said it was impossible to rebuild it. I had nothing but time to rebuild it. When Dad and Mia went on their show-and-shine adventures, it gave me breathing space to heal and do my own thing, and building the bike was my chance for freedom. Each part that got fitted was a step closer to being free, and gave me a sort of satisfaction that nothing else had.
"Simon, we need to talk about moving forward
