Chris’s POV  

Maybe I could have resisted staying a day in Red Moon, but I didn’t. Not when my mom offered me homemade meals.  

Sasha’s cooking was good, but I’d always tasted better.  

And my father might not have wanted anything to do with my mother, but she was still my mother. Not that I wanted him to know I visited her anyway.  

My uncle returned to me with the findings I had asked for. I stretched myself ...