Callan’s POV
Maxton’s words threw me into a tailspin, then followed by Mackenzie saying I was the kid’s hero, my anxiety became unbearable.
I forced myself to relax enough to answer the woman beside me when she asked me if I was OK. I could see the worry in her stare as she looked at me.
As soon as we arrived home, I shoved the box of cupcakes into the refrigerator before feigning a headache and heading straight to my room, throwing myself on my bed without even bothering to remove my sneakers.
Laying in the darkness, I strain to listen to the sounds of Mackenzie moving around down the hall, the soft chatter as she talks to Maxton, my heart aching to join them.
I don’t understand what’s going on, this yearning to be a part of . . . something . . As I listen to their muted voices, the qui……
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