Ezra
Fuck what Corrian says.
It was her choice. Her choice. Her choice. As if her choice f*****g matters.
Repeating it enough times will not transform the reckless decision into something reasonable.
Five days since she disappeared, and the house has become a study in controlled collapse. Jax barely sleeps. Leo has broken three doors, two tables, and one unfortunate member of a rival pack who happened to be in his way. River has gone so quiet it circles back around to being unsettling.
Corrian walks around carrying the weight of all of us on his shoulders, pretending he isn't exhausted. Pretending he isn't terrified. Pretending this was always a possibility he could live with.
The lie annoys me more than I can adequately articulate.
My office has become the only tolerable room i
