My dad sits quietly by me as I finish telling him what Jackson and Luca have asked of me, as I wipe a few stray tears from my eyes. Dad is strong and stoic as I speak – the rock in my life that I always need him to be, letting me feel my pain and sitting quietly by me as I do. And when it passes, he’s still there, holding my hand.
“What do you think?” I ask, my voice a little shaky, wanting to know.
He sighs. “Well, I’m not surprised,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “The possessiveness I feel towards your mother – there was a moment when we thought she had a second mate too, and I…completely flipped out –“
“What!?” I gasp, shocked. Why – why are there all these things about my parents’ past that I had no idea about!?
Dad laughs a little, squeezing my hand. “I ripped the door ba
