Monday evening, I rushed from the office. Hale had stayed gloriously quiet in his office for the rest of the day. He came out once to tell me that the coffee was good, and I thanked him for the compliment and focused on breathing in through my mouth and out through my nose so I didn't vomit remembering the pictures of those dead bodies. A man and a wolf? It would never make sense to me, I was sure of that much.
Once I reached my apartment, I checked my phone. There was a text from a friend of mine that I was pleasantly surprised to read since it had been a while since we last talked.
'Are you interested in dinner this evening? I'd love to meet at that new café all locals are talking about. Around six would be good?'
Renee and I had met in our undergraduate studies. She was a beautiful,
