A couple of weeks later...

I stare up at the house that I used to call home knowing my mother and stepfather are inside. I glance over at Cain. He gives my hand a little squeeze, reminding me he's here with me.

"You don't have to go in, Ursula. I can get whatever you need."

I bite my lip, debating it. The last few weeks have been wonderful, but I know I need to face them. They got home today from vacation and are already blowing up my phone wondering where I am. I have to tell them I'm moving out and that I'm going to be with Cain.

I...