Chapter 21

Tatum

“You hungry?” Dad asks as he puts his arm around me and we make our way up the porch steps of my childhood home.

Hungry? I feel as if I’m about to puke. I’ve felt that way since I started the drive across town. There’s a part of me that wishes I still lived here, that my parents were just down the hallway. If I ever needed to talk to them, all I had to do was open my bedroom door, yell for either one of them, and they would come running. Now, it’s a bit more calculated. I have to call and make sure they’re home, then make the drive across town. The drive today about did me in. I don’t feel like I could eat two bites, but instead, I smile up at my dad.

“Sure am.”

He’s talking as we walk into the house. “Your mom’s helping Meredith today at CRISIS so we won’t be bothered. I have to say, I was surprised when I got your text asking to talk to me. It sounded serious.”

“It is, Dad.” I look up at my dad, but instead see the President of the Heaven Hill MC. “It’s about Remy.”