Adam watched the woman who called herself his mother fold her arms and cross her legs, a small smile in place. Their eyes met and he could hardly decipher what was there. He saw no shame, neither did he see no remorse. It was like this was an interesting game for her. Soon enough, the shock that had taken over his body was soon replaced with anger. The blood under his skin simmered and he missed the priest coughing to draw his attention.
“Adam…” Someone squeezed his hands and he looked to see Summer looking cautiously at him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and tried to redirect his mind. But it was hard. He couldn’t focus, not with her sitting there and staring at him like he was her minion in a big game. He wanted to walk over and point her out of the wedding. But it was his weddi
