When I went to have lunch with Emmi, she was in my father’s office. I knocked on the door and was surprised when Kaylani answered.
“Hey, I wanted to see if Emmi wanted to have lunch with me,” I said, looking past Kaylani and seeing Emmi looking very stressed out. “What’s going on?”
I move past Kaylani and walk to Emmi, seeing images of DNA on the wall. Whatever my father has said has upset my mate. I don’t hesitate, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me.
“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out,” I whisper to her. She nods her head against my chest, and I smell the salt of tears. I look over her head at my father whose face looks grim.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” I ask her.
“Dr. Everett can,” she sniffles, her arms going around me and holding me tightly.
I begin making croo
