One week later
Zoe was at home after a long day of work, alone with Keira. The baby was in her high chair, enthusiastically eating Cheerios with her fingers, while Zoe stirred the pot of pasta on the stove, reheating the meal from the night before. She was hungry, she was exhausted, she was hours from sleep… and she was the happiest that she could recall being in years. Maybe forever.
When she’d driven from Fargo to Denver, she’d adamantly refused to get her hopes up about what Wolf might have been offering her. Zoe had learned the hard way that expecting anything in life was a grave error, and always led to disappointment. She’d been sure that Wolf was going to give her something, but she’d also been sure that although it would be an improvement on her life in North Dakota (because how
