Where was Stratton? Maybe he had decided against talking…
“You get two hours, princess.” King demanded. I put a hand up to signal I’d heard him, resisting the urge to argue as I made my way inside. The house was silent, making me wonder where my parents were as I trudged up the stairs.
Part of me hoped Stratton wouldn’t come to talk.
I wasn’t ready to face facts.
As I opened my bedroom door, I sighed, because of course he was already here.
“Angel,” he whispered, his voice was soft and worried.
Here goes everything.