WILLA’S POV
“I cannot believe this,” Dad muttered for the thousandth time as he continued to march all over the living area. “Gallahan Wick!? The Gallahan Wick of the Culling Army?!”
I no longer offered him any reaction and just kept staring at the door as I mentally willed Gallahan to arrive.
Even then, there was a loud pessimistic voice in my head that kept telling me he wouldn’t come. That after what I had said and done to him tonight, he wouldn’t even deign to spare me a single second of his time.
I did my best in silencing the doubtful and insecure thoughts to the point of justifying my actions. That I had every right as a mother to decide whether Gallahan would be a worthy man to be welcomed in the twins’ lives. That, after the threats Gallahan spewed, he deserved to be shoved an
