Tara’s POV
“I will be there during Abby’s treatment.” I demanded.
My tone left no room for argument. I might be coming around to Soren, but his friend was another matter. Soren just nodded in response and returned to his meal.
I kept repeating to myself that his friend Kade was not my Kade. I was trying to fight emotion with logic, which was not always the easiest thing. My pounding heart did lessen and my appetite returned, but my anxiety had barely eased with the constant affirmations.
Breakfast was finished in comfortable silence as we stuffed our faces. Abby’s fork had stopped scraping aggressively through the enormous mass on her plate. Her head titled and my hand flew forward, hoping to catch her forehead before my daughter’s face planted into a syrupy mess.
Soren beat me t
