Nina narrating:
— So, Nina. — James stated awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of pure nervousness.
I raised my eyebrow at him in question, a silent nod to continue.
— I wanted to talk to you about something.
I nodded in understanding, already aware that a declaration like this was coming my way. When James asked me this morning to join him on a hunt, I discovered that this was his indirect way of talking to me, away from the rest of them, who would be reluctant eavesdroppers on our conversation.
— Okay. — I said, a bit worried and confused about what it might be.
We had never had any intense discussions between father and daughter before, and honestly, I didn’t know how willing I would be to have one now.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the painfully awkward type—the kin
