Hazel brought my breakfast, but I asked her to leave. My heart hurts, and I want to be alone. She took the new hairdryer with her and later delivered lunch. I haven’t touched it either.
I’ve stayed curled in a ball on the bed and have cried most of the day. My mother is dead. My mate can’t confirm that his mother wasn’t behind it. Goddess. I’d do anything to be with my family right now.
A fresh round of sobs erupts at the thought, and I bury my face into the pillow. I hear the bedroom door open and close and smell him. He comes behind me and slides his arm under me before wrapping his other around me and holding me tightly against him.
I try my best to pull away, but he holds me tighter. “Shhh….” he says softly. “Let me hold you. It will help the bond, and that will help y
