I felt almost normal by the time I walked into the kitchen the next morning. I’d gotten a prenatal appointment scheduled first thing, only a couple of minutes after the hospital opened, and having started that process made me feel much better. At least I was doing something to take care of the pup, even if I couldn’t fix things with the pack school.
I was still completely stuck about what to do, but I knew I had to try. But first, I needed to find some crackers and ginger tea, so I could try to function well enough for the rest of the day to figure out what my next move should be.
I stutter stepped to a halt as soon as I walked in.
Hunter was standing at the fridge with his back to me, rifling through it.
He was whistling.
I could tell from the tilt of his shoulders that he was r
