(Willa)
“It’s a little under an hour away. Call if you need anything, and we will be here.” My mom bit down on her wobbly lip.
“It’s actually over an hour,” my dad said, looking at his mate.
“I didn’t want to worry her, Vincent.” My mom only used his full name when she was upset, and his eyes widened.
“We will be here in under an hour if you need anything,” my dad promised.
“Thank you. No, that doesn’t even cover enough of what you did for me, for us. I don’t know how to thank you or ever begin to repay you.” I couldn’t help the prick of hot tears. I was flooded with gratitude and love, and outright admiration for my parents.
“Honey, we wanted to.” My mom pulled me in, and my dad wrapped his arms around us both.
“We loved every moment of it.” My dad kissed the top of my head, and
