Lucas POV
Reed and I stood very still with our heads hung down. It will never matter how big we get. I will always have a healthy fear of my Mom because the last thing I want to do is make her think she did a bad job raising us. Mom has every right to be upset with us at this moment. She and Dad raised us better than that, and its Heather we’re talking about.
“Look at me.” Mom commands. We raise our heads to meet the death glare that Mom is giving us. “We will discuss this later at home with Dad. Right now, the two of you are going to get your truck from Lyla’s.” She opens her door. “Oh and boys, Gavin has your keys, and he talked to Heather before she left. You remember how good of a tracker his is? How keen his sense of smell is?” Mom gets in and drives away.
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