True Honey (The Hornets Nest #4)

50. COURTNEY

COURTNEY

“ W e’re leaving aren’t we?” August stood in the doorway of my room…Silas’s room.

I shook my head with a smile as I ran my fingers through my hair, the half-packed duffle three feet out of sight in the closet. Red curled around August’s feet, sitting beside him in the hallway while my son stared at me for a little while longer. Seeing right through my lie.