It doesn’t hurt anymore. Thinking of Cedric doesn’t cause that ache in my chest like it used to. I’ve made peace with my past. And I’m grateful for the one gift he gave me: my son.
In my bedroom, I strip off my clothes. My shirt smells of motor oil, and I frown when my sensitive nose twitches. I’m going to have to throw this in the wash.
Crawling under cars to remove trackers may not be the most elegant act, but it’s part of my job.
Being a private investigator is not easy work, but I’ve managed to create a niche for myself. A wolf shifter PI is very much demand. It’s amazing how many of my kind have small problems like cheating spouses and land disputes. Only when I came here did I learn that shifters are no different from humans when it comes to their problems.
My fees are ridiculous
