Cora POV
Relief, that's what I felt, when Gunner suggested going to my room. I was tired, and my ears were ringing from all the loud music and voices shouting to be heard over it. Once Gunner left, I stripped down, put on a dressing gown, turned off the light, left a small bedside light on, enough to see around, and hobbled to the balcony, taking one of the seats out there.
The party was still raging downstairs, but it was not so loud up here on the balcony. It was time for me to address all those messages. It would be detrimental to my healing to ignore them any longer. As Scones said, the sooner I cleared the air, the better I would feel, and it would be a step towards healing.
I scrolled through the messages from my Dad first; it was only one.
"Where the fuk are you? Your brother is
