Tree Time, Part 3

In a life chock-full of boundless arrays of world-ending catastrophes, evil ominous beings lurking in the infinite, and malevolent magic-wielders operating from behind the shadows, why is it that what actually gets my blood-pumping and hysterics on the rise the most is a visitation from a loved ones family members? 

Like, there is no greater primal fear than the raw, unbridled horror of being part of a larger extended family of absolute strangers… strangers you're obligated to love, but have free reign to scrutinize the absolute shit out of you with no restraint.

It's happening with Amanda. Now that nightmare has come to loom over my relationship with Adalia like a stormy cloud coming over the horizon.

At least with Amanda's parents, I won't have to worry about being Vlad Tepes'd, but Amelia was a whole different story here.