Amara's POV
I picked up a simple dress from the closet. Some of my clothes were still here from the last time I stayed here. I placed it on the bed, feeling a chill run down my spine.
It had been more than a year, but it was still difficult, especially when I was alone. Now I berated myself, knowing that I intended to go to our home before. I was thankful Valerie insisted on bringing me to the pack house.
I shed my clothes off slowly, as if I was trying to find a physical relief from the suffocation I was feeling inside.
I could still remember, still feel Jared's dying body on me, my hands stained with his blood. I could still hear his voice, how he struggled to speak, how he told me that he loved me and he wanted me to move on. He wanted me to be happy.
A sarcastic laugh tore from my
