A lot of the pain and the hurt I’d buried was because of Shane. Even though I found the strength to confront him in a way I never believed I’d be capable of, that was just the start of healing.
I had to deal with the damage he caused me over the past year, damage I’d never faced before. But, once I’d opened myself up to all that trauma, I discovered even more from my long years of feeling neglected and unloved in the Boone pack.
Even now, I’m nowhere near close to healing myself. That’s going to take months, maybe years.
But the first step to doing that is accepting there’s something that needs fixing—that I need fixing—and I have. The next step, Adela is fond of telling me, is the part where we get our hands dirty, and I’ve been spending weeks doing that.
Thankfully, the tears have st
