I go to Caden on Wednesday night— I planned it the way you plan the inevitable, when you know it’s coming whether you’re ready for it or not. And not because I wanted to. I’ve been thinking about the question for two weeks since the library meeting. Since he said I should have pushed for more and didn’t ask for anything in return. I have been turning the question over in my mind but it still hasn’t changed. It is the same question every time.
He is staying at a pack safe house near the school while the five-pack situation is active — he told me this two weeks ago, along with the address, which was the kind of transparency I’ve come to expect from him now. It’s information given to me because I should have it.
I walk to the address. It’s a narrow house on a residential street, nothing mar
