James’ POV
I woke up feeling Brea’s cold side of the bed. I hated waking up without her. I could see where she was, that she was safe. I took a quick shower before going to check on Reese. He was so excited to be around his uncles and aunts. JJ was his favorite to play with. My sister, Jordan, who was almost 17, was sitting on the floor with them. She looked up at me, she was holding the stuffed t-shirt bear Mom had made from Brea’s old shirt. He named the bear Paint. I was so proud of Reese. He never let anyone hold either Shirt or Paint. Only when their scents were fading did Brea or I get to hold them.
I left them to play, feeling my body heat up. I brushed it off going to find Brea in her office. She was holding back tears as she looked at the letter from her mom. She had a bank st
