Tristan’s POV
My head hasn’t stopped racing since the call with my mother. I can’t believe she would automatically assume I wouldn’t be able to handle this situation myself. I guess it shows her faith in me, doesn’t it? What makes it worse is that she didn’t even make herself known to me; I was left in the dark like everyone else here. How on earth would I have pulled this off as my work to my uncle if she wasn’t planning on telling me in the first place?
My time was mostly wasted here right now. Ayla was nowhere to be seen, always wrapped up with those triplets. I wondered about trying to mingle with people I had no intention of spending time with ever again. Mason invites me to join him occasionally, but I reckon it’s only because his father encourages him. The guy’s twenty-one and
