Orrin

Anja is right; I know she is. I can’t keep trying to find fault with the man who helped create me; he doesn’t deserve to be cast out by his son the way he was everyone else in his life.

I can’t and don’t even want to imagine what it feels like to be so unwanted. I know that I’ll never find the answers to why it happened; my grandparents and Dermot are all dead. They took their reasons with them to the grave.

I doubt even Liam fully understands why all of that happened to him. But even though it did, he still stayed grounded enough not to turn rogue, keeping his heart true.

“Why would you ask for my happiness?” Mother’s question pulls me away from my internal conversation with my mate. “Why not ask for something for yourself?”

I watch as Liam shifts in his seat and lays his hand on my mother’s face. Her eyes close for a moment as she leans into his touch.

Goddess, now I know how kids feel when they see their parents being all lovey-dovey, it’s sickening!

‘You’re such a dickhead, a