Chapter 32

Bryson's POV

Victoria stood in the doorway with one hand on the knob, staring at me on the edge of Emma's bed.

“Bryson?” Her eyes widened. “What are you doing in Emma's room?”

Emma groaned. “Mom. I've told you a million times—I need privacy. You can't just barge in.”

“I wasn't barging. I came t...

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