“I didn’t say goodbye to her Dad.” I said, my palms becoming sweaty upon the steering wheel, unsure of just how he was going to react to the things I was about to tell him.
“Bailey!” he chastises me. “I know you and her don’t always get on, but she is still your sister. You should have said goodbye!”
I smile sadly, knowing he is right, but I know I still did the right thing, or I would have been forever trapped within that pack. Forever a prisoner to Miles. “I was going to Dad, but as I went to say goodbye, I heard her on the phone to Miles.” I told him, and again I saw the confused expression appear on his face.
“Miles? Why would she be talking to him? Especially at that time of night. They are not friends, are they? He is years older than her.” He says, like he is trying to process
