Chapter Twenty-Two
Brina
Before settling into Wade’s house, we picked up my car from the lake, so I’d have it on hand. Wade’s house was one of the most beautiful places I’d ever seen; I couldn’t stop myself from looking around. He didn’t live in the big city of Charlotte, but on the outskirts, in the small town of Belmont. It was the kind of place where you could raise a family and know the people walking down the streets. I’d always wondered what it’d be like to live in a small town.
There were pictures of his family on the mantle. The one that caught my attention was of his mother, sitting in a rocking chair with a little boy on her lap.
“She was a beautiful woman,” Wade murmured, coming up behind me. He picked up the picture and I could see the pain in his eyes. “This was taken in W
