ARIA
The ceiling of the guest house has a hairline c***k running from the light fixture toward the window, and I have been staring at it long enough to know exactly where it stops.
Wolcott is coming to the pack house today.
There's no reason for me to go. Everything I need is in this room. And what would I even be going for? To stand in front of him behind this mask and let him ask me the same question he asked yesterday, so I can give him the same answer?
There's no point in seeing him if I'm not going to tell him the truth.
Unless I tell him the truth.
I turn onto my side.
After hearing Maya tell me he'd been looking for me even after the pack exiled me, something inside my chest twists painfully.
He never treated me like garbage. Not once, not the whole time I knew him.
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