CHAPTER 27
MIAThe next morning, I woke up in Michael’s bed with his arms wrapped around me, his nose in my hair, and his husky voice in my ear.
“Morning,” he mumbled, pulling me closer.
I took a deep breath, opened my eyes to stare at the cracked window, and smiled.
After our conversation last night and after crying my eyes out some more, I finally felt good about us. It was so difficult to trust him after what Dad had done to Mom and me and after what Mason—I was almost sure of—had done to me too. But Michael had proven to me time and time again that he wasn’t like Dad or Mason. He actually cared about me. And it was refreshing to wake up to someone who didn’t smell like another girl’s perfume.
“I need to go see Mom today,” I said.
He kissed below my ear. “Let me take you out to bre
