Chapter 321 Drug

• Mae POV
• My father fiddles with a few things on the dresser. There is something that he wants to tell me, and he is stalling. He always acted this way when I was little, and there was a hard conversation to have. The first time I can remember him doing it was when I was nine, and I caught him and my stepmother, Susan, having sex.
• The moment felt oddly similar to what is happening right now. I am sitting on the bed with my legs tucked under me. Only this time, I am not filled with questions about sex and how babies are made. No, today, my questions are different.