My brothers called this morning and asked me to come to the clubhouse for a meeting. It's been a month since Dire took Finn to stay there so he could get his s**t together. And he hasn't remotely gotten anything together, so whatever they can't say over the phone, I know it isn't good.
Driving there, I've got a knot in my stomach. Something in my gut just says that whatever happens tonight is about to change everything for me, and not in a good way.
The first few days after Finn left, he texted all the time. Throughout the whole day, he texted to remind me he loved me, he was sorry, s**t like that. He took time to call at least once a day just to hear my voice, or so he said. Then it all stopped. For the next week, he only responded once to every ten or fifteen texts I'd sent. For
