XX

Dylan

I stare at Ace before answering my phone and walking out of his office as flustered as I have been in a while. How come he never told me about mom’s journals before?

“Yeah, Dad. What is it?” I ask.

“Can you come over? You wanted to talk and I don’t know how much I feel like revealing, but I can tell you a few things you might want to know,” my father sighs into the phone.

“I’ll be right there,” I reply as I unlock my office and place the journals into my desk drawer along with their keys.

‘I really hope whatever he has to tell me is helpful,’ I say to Tam, who has stepped forward in my mind space but remains quiet.

I pull up in front of my father’s townhouse before long and rush up the front steps to his door. I knock twice and open the door, as is our usual ritual.

“I’m in my office,” my father calls out and I head into the room I already suspected he would be in.

His back is to me and he is looking out the window, but he speaks to me as I enter and take a seat.

“There ar