I had been watching Cole pace the kitchen for the last ten minutes. Nothing he had said since he got home made any sense, and only half of it was coherent. “What are you talking about?” I finally interrupted. He had jumped from topic to topic and back again so fast I was getting whiplash, and still didn’t have any idea how tattoos, perfume, or our dad fit into his story. And story was being generous! This was the rambling monologue of a madman. He was Renfield, and I was Dr. Seward.
Cole stopped to stare at me, blinking. I arched my eyebrows, waiting for anything that resembled an explanation. “She hugged him. Can you believe it? Him! He got a hug from her and I can barely maintain a conversation with her.”
“Who?” I asked before repeating, slowly this time, “What are you talking about?”
