Entering her parents’ home, with Cruz holding her hand, Presley felt incredibly nervous. She’d asked them, along with Marsha to meet here to talk. Marsha’s car was in the yard, already arriving ahead of her and she knew it was because the woman wanted to know if there was an update on Odin.
She followed the quiet sounds of chatter into the living room, Cruz’s presence a wordless support for the confrontation she knew was about to happen. The only way she could move forward with her life, and having her parents in it, especially her father, was for them to understand she wasn’t letting them give Odin a clear berth any longer to do the s**t he’d been doing since her birth.
“There she is,” Scarlett was up on her feet the minute she caught movement in the doorway and moved to hug Presley. Sh
