Chapter 88

~Frey~

“Are you expecting deliveries?” Mom asked, puzzled in all sorts of ways.

I would be puzzled too because it was my first time setting foot here, and now there’s a delivery guy standing at our doorstep.

The man didn’t look like trouble. He meant business in his black shirt tucked neatly into dark jeans, black shoes polished to perfection; it was blinding. A cap covered most of his blond hair,