“Cole is not the bad guy. I have him to thank for showing me that I had so much more to myself than what I have been all these years.”
I was sitting in the living room with my parents having our discussion about my late appearance. They wanted to focus it on that, but the conversation quickly had turned to Cole. I didn’t see the point in lying to them about it anymore. Cole was in my life, stamped on my heart forever. They were just going to have to realize that and find a way to come to terms with it.
“Mia,” mom slid her hand around mine. “We aren’t saying that he is a good guy or that he isn’t. We know nothing about this boy. We were perfectly okay with you spending your weekend with Gavin because we knew his intentions were pure. Cole is a young boy
