Odessa POV

I watched my mother as she readied herself to speak. She sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it go.

“When I was old enough to go out on my own, I left the pack. There was no one holding me back, so I bought a bus ticket and rode the bus until its final stop in a small fishing town east of here.”

“A fishing town?”

She nodded. “A fishing town that knew how to have fun.”

“Okay…”

“I met four guys who might be your father.”

There was no way this was a normal ...