Jackson stepped through the wards. He’d known where the school was for a while, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be a thief, because it had been the job that had taken both his parents away from him. By choosing to remain thieves, rather than raise their three children, they’d caused damage that could never be repaired, and he was glad they’d have been moved onto other jobs, so he wouldn’t have to deal with them. As far as he was concerned the only parent he wanted was the woman who had raised him, his aunt, his father’s sister, who had also once been a thief. She, however, had decided to walk away when she became a mother, accidentally, and then took on the unwanted children of her brother’s lover. Other children in his position had ended up in orphanages with no idea why they were abandoned, which was something he sometimes thought might be better.
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.