Rosie's POV
I sat outside with a small duffle bag, waiting for Jordan to come around with his truck. It was a cold, crisp morning, and I was starting to wonder if he was going to even show up.
He finally showed up after me, nearly freezing my ass off. He got out and took my bag for me before opening the door. "Thanks."
The car ride was quiet. I kind of expected it to be that way. I feel like things may always be awkward for us now.
He cleared his throat a few times before finally speaking. "Rosie, I truly am sorry. I should have told you about Lydia. I generally thought she wasn't trying to be cruel. She thought she was helping you get your mother back and gain something from it for herself. Which was to get you distracted and away from me. I really believed she would never do somethi
