Chapter Sixty-Three

Jacob’s POV

“Well, aren’t you cold to your mother…” Anabel’s usual singing voice has bitterness mixed into it.

I stood up to kiss her cheeks but the pout in my mother’s lips didn’t fade.

“I’m visiting you now, mother.” I remind her. “Where’s dad?”

A small ‘hmp’ came out of her lips and motioned for me to sit on the couch which I did.

“He’s out for a run, says he’s getting too old for it. And I’m not talking about your seldom visitation schedule to your mama, I’m talking about the luna ceremony that I only heard from Brent! How could you do that to me?”

My...