Everest’s P.O.V
“He just needs some time.” Avery whispers after a few minutes in silence. A lump forms in my throat and I let out a humourless chuckle.
“He f*****g hates me.” I grit out hoarsely, walking back into the living room and dropping myself down on the sofa. It’s a nice place they’ve got here, and Ben seemed okay before I showed up. Goddess, I hope he’s okay. I hope I did the right thing – but everything he’s said to me has been the opposite, and I understand that.
“He’s confused.” She adds again, taking a few steps to the kettle and filling it with water before turning it on to boil. “He hasn’t seen you in five years. That’s a long time to go without a dad.” I frown, running a hand through my hair.
“I thought I was doing the right thing-”
“You probably were.” My mate states
