One Year Later – Cassidy’s POV
Jay and I were sat by the Christmas tree, him wearing a garishly awful Christmas jumper that my mother had bought him, declaring it the best present he had ever been given. My best friend, ladies and Gentleman, the boy with zero taste but loved by everyone he meets.
I was flicking through some books on well known cases that Mr Wells, or Jackson as he had insisted I called him after we moved into the Wells mansion, had bought me.
Yep, you heard right, it took seven months for Jackson to ask my mum to move in with him and another two months for her to finally agree! They are stomach churningly in love, right now they are kissing under a sprig of mistletoe that Jackson had found and was holding over their heads.
The doorbell rang, pulling me away from our pa
