Tia's POV
I wanted to scream into my pillow, but I didn't want to wake anyone up. The last thing I wanted
was to answer questions from my father. He already didn't think I was that good of an alpha for
being such a victim.
I was surprised he didn't show any reaction to Simon's body. He seemed almost… indifferent.
I didn't know how to feel about Simon. I thought I'd break down in tears, but I hadn't done that.
Was there something wrong with me?
I thought about going to Lori's to talk, but she was probably busy. Or asleep. And I was still in
pain. And she said we'd talk more in the morning, away from a place where we can be heard.
I got up from my bed, limping as I walked closer to my closet, taking out the shirt Lori gave to
me before leaving me. She was the one who took the shirt
