Brinda
Waiting in the kitchen for Anne to wake up, I couldn't help but worry about what my daughter was getting herself into with this new guy of hers. After everyone went to bed last night, I had a hard time sleeping. I spent a good amount of the night googling anything and everything I could on motorcycle clubs. Some of it wasn't bad, but a good amount of it was news articles that didn't really sit well with me. One of those articles was on the boy that slept out on my couch, making me worry even more for my daughter.
Anne walking into the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts of what I had read the night before.
"Anne, good. We need to talk."
With a deep sigh, she grabbed water from the fridge before sitting down at the table.
"Good morning to you, to Mom."
Shaking my head, I po
