RIO
The gathering had wound down, and the Carvers had just left under the promise that Wolf and I would be at their home the day after tomorrow for dinner and real talk.
I was both excited and terrified.
What was the backstory? Was what I was going to learn more devastating than knowing that my mother wasn’t my biological mother?
As terrifying as it was, I knew Wolf would be there, and that made me want to step forward and be braver.
There was something about being around Wolf. I felt like I had a backbone growing in place. As if being near him strengthened me, thanks to his unconditional patience.
I liked it.
It gave me a renewed sense of hope and purpose.
As I watched the Carvers drive away from the living room window, Wolf came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, p
