Hello, I’m Rose Moore, and I’m not one for writing on the internet. I’d much rather enjoy my cooking and knitting. I was told I have to talk about who I am, and what I like best about the Town of Glass.
Well, now. You don’t need to know how old I am or any other statistic like that. I’m Turner Moore’s aunt, by way of his father, Bradley. Turner is a good boy, and I want to do whatever I can to help him when he needs it.
His parents have been having some trouble recently, and put him in the middle of it somehow. He asked to come live with me. I said okay, but only on a few conditions. He’s a teenager, almost ready for college, so he needs his own space. I convinced his parents to let him have his own apartment in the apartment complex I live in, and they agreed. So he moved in upstairs from me. I still keep an eye on him – he has to check in with me before he goes anywhere and when he comes back, and we have dinner together at least once a week.
Whatever it is my brother and his wife got themselves into, it’s not right for them to drag Turner into it. So I am his safe place. If I were to have had children, I would want them to become people like Turner. I’m doing my best to work with everyone helping with his situation, and it seems to be working out.
I don’t know what else to write. The town is in so much upheaval over the deaths that there’s really nothing else to say.