Rain
“Blaze, I feel a bit sick.”
Blaze squeezes my hand and smiles. “I know you do, baby. But just think, your dad is right behind this door waiting to see you after all these years.”
“But what if he doesn’t like me, Blaze?”
Blaze smiles. “Ricon loves you, Rain.”
“Yes, but what if he doesn’t like me?”
“What if the world stops turning? Rain, Ricon will like you because he loves you. Sixteen years Ricon has longed to have you home with him, Rain. Can you imagine what that feels like?”
I nod. “Yes, because that’s how long I’ve wanted my dad to come back to me. I wanted what Mary said to be a lie or for my dad to realize he didn’t hate me.”
Blaze strokes the back of my hair and kisses my forehead. “It was a lie, baby, and your dad is right through that door.”
I wrap my arms around Bla
