Chapter 45: Mia

"Not really." Once we slid between the sheets last night and Beck wrapped his arms around me, I fell into a deep sleep. "If you were me, what would you do?"

He blows out a steady breath as his face grows serious. "I don't know," he admits. "We have different relationships with our fathers." His voice softens. "And your family has been through a lot more than mine."

Thoughts of my sister swirl through my head. Nothing has been the same since Brianna died. Most of the time, it seems like my parents are going through the motions of living their lives.

Although, the man I saw last night looked nothing like the Dad I know. He looked happier than I've seen him in a long time. Ten years younger, at least. Instead of having his face buried in his phone, he was actually paying attention to the person sitting across from him.

"Is it possible your mom is aware of the relationship?"

That thought never occurred to me.

"I don't know." It's difficult to imagine that my mother would knowin