BREN
“Talk about cryptic.”
Tabatha was half-laughing as she walked up behind me. I glanced back, not getting up from my position. I had called her here, and she sat down the next second.
“Seriously. Are we turning into stalkers now?”
I was at my new place, or my new place in Cain overlooking the houses.
I didn’t know the reason I came to stalk, just that it had something to do with my mom, but after my last realization talking with my dad and Maxwell Raith, I knew that was all bullshit.
I deserved a family. I had one, but I’d have one in the future complete with a husband and children. One day.
And happiness.
I’d have that, too, because I already did.
But to the reason I asked Tabatha to come find me here, I figured there was no reason to stall.
“You know, I couldn’t figure it ou
