Robert Montgomery POV:
I was very young when I lost my mother. So, I never really grieved the woman I didn’t know. I know grief, but to lose someone so close isn’t something I’ve ever experienced.
Quietly, I close the door of the dimly lit bedroom, then head downstairs.
It’s been two weeks since everything went down at the shelter. Charlotte hasn’t spoken a word since. She hasn’t gone to work, not that I’m worried about her being fired. Jazz has given her an indefinite leave of absence. I don’t care if Charlotte quits her job, but I know she likes that place.
She’s not eating as well as she should. She barely touches her food, just wanting to sleep.
I can feel this hollow grief inside me, Charlotte’s grief.
I also feel the mating bond between us now, a combination of the mating mark
