Nicole's Pov
The car hums quietly as Grace and I make our way to the hospital. The silence between us is thick, not uncomfortable, but heavy with unspoken thoughts. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, my mind replaying every possible scenario of how tomorrow might unfold.
Grace glances at me from the passenger seat, her expression soft but concerned. “Nicole, are you okay?” she asks gently, breaking the silence.
I let out a slow breath, my shoulders sagging slightly. “Honestly?” I glance at her briefly before turning my eyes back to the road. “I’m dreading tomorrow morning. Telling my dad the truth about… everything. About werewolves. About my mom. It’s going to be a lot for him to take in.”
Grace nods her head, her lips pressing into a thin line as she processes
