Helanie:
"That was so weird," I finally commented after a few minutes of silent riding, still pondering my father's message to my mother, breaking the quiet.
It wasn't like he gave some crazy message. But that simple "hi" meant something.
"Your father?" Emmet asked, and I nodded, still looking out the window.
"That's nothing compared to the information Daltan gave me about my mother," Emmet added, making me turn to look at him—to check on him.
"Maybe it's just a rumor," I tried to help ease his emotions, but he smiled, shaking his head.
"There's something going on. We need to keep a close eye on these parents of ours. Starting with Mr. Coombs, and how he became Alpha."
He was right. And the fact that he was already thinking about the next case we were going to work on, it was amazing.
It proved either his ability to tackle problems, or maybe, his attempt to run from whatever is waiting for him at the mansion. Or whoever is waiting for him.
