CARMEN
Tim’s hand stayed on my back as we stepped into the office again.
This time, I noticed Tim’s touch in a new way, shifting my perspective as we entered the office.
Last night, it had felt like an ambush. Yes, I understand the importance of the information, and I have so many questions—too many questions. But I was under the impression that I was coming to the club to experience my first-ever MC party; instead, I spent the night trying to figure out why my parents lied and, if I'd known better, who I still would have ended up in Arthur's cage.
Thankfully, as per usual, Tim was there. He listened, held me, brought me food, and even watched The Princess Bride with me.
He made a comment about me being so small, yet taking up so much space, and I didn’t realize it until then. I was
