Eddy by Milana Jacks

Finders, keepers.
The Ice Age and turf issues with the Nentres stalled things, but I’m finally moving back into my ol’ neighborhood. I’ll settle down here with a woman. Not that I got one, but I’m thirty-one going on one hundred, with the weight of all the shit I’ve done in my short life span, and a guy can’t wait too long.
Yet, I ain’t prepared for what I find inside my house.
And everything I find, I claim as mine. Including her.