Samuel
After dropping Rose off, I make my way to my friend's house. Surely, she’ll be able to give me the advice I need. Maybe it'll just be the usual "follow your heart" or "trust your gut," but she and her mate have hated Peter for years. I can’t blame either of them.
I knock on the door, and a young girl answers. "Hello, Ebony," I say to her. She’s growing up to be a lovely young lady, though she’s still as shy as ever.
Ebony waves shyly. "H-hello... Mom! It’s Sammy!"
I grimace at that old nickname. She hangs around Skylar too much—he got it from his mother, who still calls me that like I’m some sort of child.
As Zoey walks downstairs, drying her hair, she tilts her head. "Hello there. I assume you need to speak with Hazel? She’s in the kitchen right now. I’m hopeless in there—ever
