Celeste's POV
I enjoyed my time with my mom, but when Isaac walked in every thought was of him. He was home with me, it wasn't a dream that we found him. He was still wearing the clothes from Christmas and it upset me. My mom must've sensed Isaac because she let us both know that he was standing there. I loved sharing the horrible memory with my mom, because it felt as if her telling someone was her letting go of the pain from her past. If you ask anyone, she doesn't let her past define her. It makes me wonder if she ever did. Then I thought about my dad. Does he care about my mom's scars? He doesn't now. He doesn't acknowledge them at all. With six kids, I doubt he cared, and I know they still have fun. Did my dad only want my mom because of the mate bond? No, I'm no longer questioning I
