REVA’S POV
As the sun rose, my father insisted on making me breakfast because we hadn’t eaten together in days. Even though my father wouldn’t say it I knew that he had missed me a lot, I had missed him scolding me too but most of all I had missed my room. In the room that I used to share with Aurora whenever I came for visits, I felt close to her unlike in the packhouse. That place seemed as if she had never even stayed there, I even doubted that she shared a room with Logan. I found that to be very funny because he didn’t seem to have a problem with sharing a room with me.
Although I had told my father a little about what had happened ever since I got to the packhouse, he still wanted me to tell him in detail. My father feared that I wasn’t keeping things from him, which I was. But
