“I was seventeen when I learned who my real father was.”
Jane sighed.
Her eyes went to the timer in the oven. It states there that she has forty minutes to finish the ball of dough in front of her.
She kneads the dough that she needed for the cinnamon rolls.
She has been in the diner since three in the morning. Instead of moping in her apartment, she decided to get up and make use of her hands and starts baking.
Over the weekend, Monette brought her to her mother’s pack, the Mountain Wolves pack. She met her girlfriend’s family.
It was Monette’s mother’s fiftieth birthday. Miss Solana and Miss Carmen were there, too.
Bach family was kind and welcomed her warmly. Her sister Nina was a little aloof but she was civil enough to greet her.
Monette and she had a meaningful conversatio
