BOOK SEVEN: BUNDLE OF LOVE
May, 2018
Kylie VanLueven sucked in her bottom lip. She could do this. She could totally, absolutely do this.
This was her mom, who loved her dearly. After all, it was her and her mom against the world – how many times had she heard her mom say exactly that?
So it wasn't admitting defeat to come crawling back to her mom's house, her tail tucked between her legs.
Well, maybe it was. A little. But her mom would still be happy to see her.
And right now, more than anything in the world, Kylie needed someone to be happy to see her. To want her.
She raised a trembling hand and knocked on the faded, wooden door of her childhood home. The one she'd busted through without a second thought a million times as a kid...when she'd lived here.