My broken heart warmed at the thought of someone considering me. I could almost feel the shattered pieces reaching out towards one another in an attempt to try and repair themselves.
So much about Wolf already reminded me of my mother. I am aware that that sounds weird, but it was true. He was thoughtful, even slightly overbearing, but in a way I warmed to because she was often like that. He was clearly a good cook, and it was refreshing to have someone taking care of me. He guided but didn’t force his thoughts or wants on me. That was proven when he helped me plan the escape from Bree.
Everything he was doing was things that my mum would do, and it oddly helped me move a little bit past the pain I was allowing. He was giving me hope.
But it was too soon. I was getting ahead of myself.
