By the time we finished welcoming everyone, I was tired and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Iris also chose that time to wake up, screaming her little lungs out. “You go ahead; I’ll go pick her up.” Rowan gives me a little push towards the backyard. Nodding my head, I head there to fin
I try to pull my eyes away from hers, but it’s difficult. Her pain is gripping, and I’m the one it has a hold on. She’s in a corner all by herself. Mother was busy socializing, and so was Trevor. Her posture and look weren’t really inviting at all. She looked like she could shrink in on herself at
“Noah, it’s time to cut the cake.” I shout his name once I get outside. His head turns in my direction before he rushes towards me with a big smile on his mouth. A couple minutes later, Rowan joins us after taking Iris from my parents. “Happy birthday to you…” We all start singing, and I can tell
I continue staring at the officers in shock. We all were. It’s like we were all frozen, not believing what was going on. It wasn’t until they were done cuffing her and had begun dragging her that Trevor and Kate unfroze and moved into action. “What the hell? You got the wrong person!” Trevor shout
I nod my head, understanding why the call would have him on edge. I wanted to rush there as fast as I could, but we also had guests, and Noah’s birthday was still in full blast. “Let’s be done with Noah’s party first, then we will go and meet with Brian,” I tell them, standing up. We all agree on
We get to the station, and my anxiety spikes up. I was a nervous wreck, not really sure I wanted to hear what Brian had to say. What was I going to do if she’s really the one who was behind my attempted murder? Sure, we don’t get along, but I’ve known her since I was a child. We grew up together, a
I didn’t sleep well last night, and it shows in the way I look this morning. I am exhausted, both mentally and physically. Rowan and I haven’t slept in the same bed since the night of our date. For the first time since then, I’d been tempted to invite him after we came home from the police station.
“I can’t be sure, but trust me,” I finally answer him. “My instincts are never wrong.” He looks unsure at first until he wipes schools his features, and wipes the look from his face. He then stands up and comes to stand next to me. Before I can understand what he’s doing, he gives me a quick kiss a