Chapter 76. Drug

Mae’s 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.

“How long have you been a hunter?” I ask him.

Dad begins to choke on nothing and starts coughing loudly. He covers his mouth with his fist and clears the phlegm from his throat. “Jumping right in, aren’t you?”

“Oh,” I cock my head to the side. “How would you like me to start?”

“Well,” Dad replies. “It has been a while since we have seen each other…”

“You have got to be fuckin