---Nate---
I headed up the stairs to the home I had been raised in. I still can’t believe my dad would do this. He’s always been a bit stuffy and to the book, it’s kind of a part of his personality. I know he’s been even worse about that since mom died too, but this is too far. She brought out the more caring and forgiving side of him that he’d been sorely lacking recently.
I’d held onto the hope of him finding a second chance mate or finding someone he wanted as his chosen mate, but I knew better. The fact that he still carried around her wedding band ten years after her death told me that he probably wouldn’t ever get over it. I’d felt for a while that he was losing himself, and I guess his recent actions just proved it. My dad wasn’t the same man who raised me anymore.
I passed a se
