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There were whispers that she was a traitor, but since everyone trusted the oracle, no one felt brave enough to talk like that about their future Luna aloud. "What does Jordan say? How is he?" Mom asked, and I so badly wanted to roll my eyes at her question. If only she knew what he was really like. Or maybe she did, and she just didn’t care. Everyone knew he had violent outbursts, that he hooked up with different women, and that he was a spoiled fucking brat. Jordan had gone to my parents house and acted like the perfect son-in-law, telling them how much he loved Isadora and wanted her back. He suspected someone had helped Izzy, but he didn’t know who yet, and I fucking hoped he would never

He was determined to win her over but not by force. "Tell me everything. What does she do in her free time? What's her favorite food, who she fucks, everything," Ansel said as soon as Jordan picked up. "She comes from a lower-middle-class family. Her father was an alcoholic until he got liver disease, and now he is homebound. Her mother died a few years back," Jordan gave Ansel the rundown. "Hmm...what else?" "She has a six year old daughter," Jordan said. A daughter? He couldn't picture her as a mother as she looked so young, so that was a surprise.

“No, no. Uncle Jordan got into an accident but he’s okay now. Your Daddy just went there to be with him.” I could see the terror in both of their eyes. “Don’t worry about anything, everyone is fine.” A relieved breath escaped their lips. “Oh, so are they friends again?” Noah asked curiously. I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.” “So Daddy is back from Paris?” Liam added. “Yes.” I spent a few minutes with the kids. Then I went over to see my mother and Isla. Isla was fast asleep. “How is Jordan?” My mother asked with a hint of concern in her voice.