Noah POV
"Would you like us to stay while they tell her?" I whispered to Chase after Clara went to bring her plate into the kitchen.
"Yes, because she's gonna need one of you- scratch that she'll need both of you when they tell her everything."
Wyatt sighed, I didn't have to ask him what was wrong. He was worried, we both were. We even talked to my parents, my aunt Robin and her parents about us stayimg at the packhouse for a few days just in case she wanted space from Abigail and Victor.
Hearing her and her mother reenter the room we all sat there pretending to do something. I swear the four of us just about looked ridiculous playing with our thumbs. "What's everyone staring at?" She asked with a laugh.
"Honey your father and I would like to talk to you. Let's go out on the back porc
