Charli

Nox’s hand on my thigh kept me seated, kept me quiet as I listened to one of the most unbelievable stories I’d ever heard.

How is this possible?

How can it be true?

After the shock eased a bit, I tried to take in the scene. I focused not only on their words but also the way my mother and Oren stared at one another. They were well into their private history and stories of stolen moments and secret rendezvous when it hit me—my momma had an ...