Moving on — A couple years ago Tiri moved to the Wingrider community outside of Calgary. It’s one of the few genuinely safe places for supernatural and alien races on this planet. Tiri was accepted because she’s a Wingrider. No, Trey and me aren’t Wingriders. Our mother had a brief affair that resulted in Tiri’s birth. But that’s why she was allowed into the community. Trey and me had to go through security checks before we could even go visit her. But it was because of those security checks and Tiri that we were able to seek refuge in the community. Things have gotten complicated in our lives of late, and we needed a safe place to go… It started off innocently enough. A neighbor saw me outside with Damian and my nephew, and she commented that I still looked as great now as I did when we moved into the house almost 15 years ago. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t aged since I was 23 years old. Right around the time we moved to Calgary. I knew in that moment that Trey and me were going to have to move soon. Uproot Damian and ourselves, and either move to a new neighborhood in a new school district, or find a new city. Then there was the relationship that Trey and me have to consider. We’re siblings and we’re in love. We’re having a baby together. Not our first. Eventually we’ll have to tell Damian the truth about our relationship. He’s going to know that we’re siblings, and that ours isn’t a typical marriage. And he’s bound to tell someone all about it. The last thing Trey and me want is for the police showing up on our doorstep, arresting us, and taking away our kids. So we decided the best place to go was the community outside Calgary. Thankfully, we have a pretty good relationship with the Wingriders. There was some initial rockiness because of Tiri, but once they got to know her, they realized that there was nothing wrong with Trey and me. Our little sister is just very selfish and believes the world revolves around her. So they were welcoming when we went to them to ask for a safe haven. We found a house in the community that we liked — five bedrooms — and we signed for it. Then we started the process of moving. As of July 9, 2017, we were officially part of the community. Dylan — our cousin, and Casey — Trey’s best friend, (who are a couple with a son named Trig — who is Damian’s best friend), helped us with the move. Of course they had to go through security checks just to help us move into the community. No one is allowed to know the location without being cleared first. It took about three days to get the moving process complete, and then to ask for permission for Dylan, Casey, and Trig to move into the community as well. They’re our family, and our best friends. Dylan and me have been like sisters since we were children. Damian doesn’t go to Dylan’s house to play with Trig. He goes to Aunt Dylan’s house to play with cousin Trig. I’m not sure when Dylan and Casey will move their family into the community. I know it won’t be too long. They’re getting comments from their neighbors, too. Not to mention, Dylan left Scotland and moved to Canada because that’s where I was going. She’s not going to be too far behind me with this move, either. But I’ll be glad when it’s all said and done, and all of us are settled again. Thanks to the wonderful doctor here in the community, all the damage from the heroin overdose has been healed. I can use my right side completely again, and I don’t have trouble with certain kinds of words anymore. The pregnancy is also expected to go a lot smoother now. Although it’s still high risk. But we’re safe here. Damian can talk all he wants to his friends about his parents being siblings. No one here will care or even look twice at us. Here it’s understood that you don’t choose your mate. Your souls do that for you, without caring for consequence or familial connections. We’re not the first sibling pair in the community, and I’m sure we won’t be the last. But this is a new chapter in our lives now. One that, I hope, lasts a long time and has a lot of good memories in store for us.