Zoe POV
As I sat in my living room I sighed as I flipped through another page in the journal. Each journal entry left by Jonah, my father was a deep understanding of the man holding the pen.
But it was also a mystery behind him as well. He was not shy about his love for my mother nor for me even though he had yet to see me from what the passages I read.
He was hesitant each time he would speak with my mother. From every passage and every letter I could tell that he wanted to tell her the truth however there is something that stops him.
He never writes down what it is. And it eats at my core to know. What was more important than being with your mate and unborn child? I growled as I kept reading, even though it did not quiet the storm in my mind nor in my heart.
Today I finally felt
