Everly's POV
Now that the weekend had come to an end, I sat on the back porch steps refusing to go up and pack. I was starting to regret agreeing to leave. How do people do this? The first time I was away it was hell, but that's because I was trying to keep both me and my unborn daughter alive. Now it was just a nuisance to leave on my part.
I didn't even have the will to lie in bed with anyone last night because of how I felt about leaving. I know I shouldn't, but this makes me feel unwanted and I know for a fact that it isn't true.
This caused me to jump and look up at what it was, or rather who caused it.
"I packed your things for you, even slipped in a few of your favorite items and books I know you like."
I forced a smile when I looked up and saw Gabriel standing there. Out of a
