Wheeling Gull Isle tridropa

heda shut her eyes and smiled a little. "i can hardly remember now. we met on the mainland, by the sea. i was — so angry. so angry. every home i ever had fell apart. my mother was dead, or she never came back. my brother disappeared. i had my milk-mom and my sisters, but i always felt so displaced."
she sighed. "i held onto my anger a long time when i first lived on the island. he helped me let go of it."