"I don't know if there is anything to talk about until I find out about the money. That is all that is pressing on my mind. I don't think I'd be able to concentrate on anything else until that point"
Wren's ass is barely on the seat. She appears to be hovering, her bag clutched in one hand and the other sitting on the table. Trying hard not to rip a chunk out of the timber. Rebekah just smiles and waves her hand dismissively.
"I told you it would be fine and it is all fine"
Wren glances at her father but he just sits his mug down on the kitchen with his back to her once again, the teaspoon slowly stirring. The clinking sound on the ceramic is just as unsettling as the scrape of Kerr’s claws against each other. She hasn't even noticed him take a sip yet, she didn’t know till this poin
