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My alarm went off, and I reached over to hit the snooze button. After a dreamless sleep, I just wanted ten more minutes to lie in bed under the warm covers. I needed time to talk with Alaric today—just him and I, without anyone else around. I wanted to be open and honest with him and hear what he had to say. I knew he had a complicated relationship with Courtney, my birth mother, but what exactly did that mean? I was curious about my mother and father. How did they meet? When did they fall in love? Why did a paternity test need to be done to determine if Alaric was my father? It was weird seeing him as a teenager, too. His spirit felt much older, and Alaric gave off a "dad vibe" to me. Although my best friends thought he was hot. I shuddered. I still had yet to move past that. Coffee