“I understand that it hurts, and your feelings are valid, but I’ll advise you. Whenever he does show up, hear him out, listen to his side of things first before you jump to anything. Don’t buy any bullshit, but give him the chance to talk before you make up your mind about anything. Most relationshi
“I’m thinking about going to Stafford, the community college.”I want to punch myself in the mouth the moment the words leave my mouth, and I see the flicker of disappointment in my dad’s eyes. He’s quick to tramp it down, though, and gives me a smile. That only makes me feel worse.“Last I heard, y
“Dad?” I knock on his door. But don’t hear much movement inside, and he doesn’t ask me to come in either. He may be asleep again, but I’m not too sure. I wanted to give him some time to calm down, maybe, and me some time to compose myself after snapping at him and then feeling sorry for myself. I wa
I’m putting the pot pie into the oven when I hear tapping on the counter. I push it all the way, close the oven, and turn to find my dad leaning against the counter and tapping a spoon on its smooth surface. He has bed hair and sleep lines, and he looks well rested, but I’d rather he slept in more.
It doesn’t take too long for me to pack up and leave the café. Between gathering enough information as I can and Maggie’s glares, I decide to go home instead of staying at the café more than necessary. I finished up sooner than I’d like, and so I have loads of time to spare, loads of time to think a
“No need to be nervous. I think it’s a pretty good idea. You know most of us can’t go to college because of our wolves, but you have a clear shot at it. I think you should go for it.” Same things Ansel and King said. He turns the laptop back to me.“Last I heard, you weren’t sure what to do. What ch