Daelan's POV.
I couldn’t believe how easily I’d just told Cassie about my mom. The words had left my mouth before I’d even thought them through. It wasn’t like me to just spill like that, especially not to someone I’d spent years and months trying not to get close to. But there I was, watching her and laughing over her terrible cooking. It almost felt like all the crap with Margaret had suddenly taken a backseat, and that for once, I wasn’t wrapped up in frustration. It was just... Cassie and I.
And God, she was such a drama queen!
One bite of her spaghetti and she literally spat it out the next second. I couldn’t stop laughing as her face scrunched up in such disbelief, as if she hadn’t been the one who made it in the first place.
But the laughter faded now that we looked at each
