⁂Grayson
“Do you want anything to drink?” Sierna asked as she closed the door behind me. I set the bag of baked treats down on the kitchen counter before I turned to face her. This was the perfect opportunity for me to talk and, as nervous as I was, now was the time.
“Maybe we should talk first,” I suggested. When she immediately nodded, I had to wonder if there was something she wanted to talk to me about. I decided to give her the chance to speak her mind before I told her what I knew and how I had come to know about her. We headed into the living room and sat down, slightly facing toward each other. Zoey went to lay by her feet and I could tell that she took great comfort in her dog being near her.
“This isn’t easy for me,” Sierna said softly and I nodded. If she was going to tell me
