FAYE
I was in my room, standing in front of the mirror, fastening the last button on my blouse, and I couldn’t stop asking myself the same question over and over—what came over him today?
I had started to slowly train myself to accept the truth that he would never loosen up, never willingly let me in...be it the pack business or his personal affairs. And then suddenly, he wanted me to go with him.
The shock still hadn’t worn off.
I brushed my hair quickly, tied it back, and slipped on my shoes. My heart was thudding louder than it should have been for something so simple. It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t even a friendly outing. It was business, pack business. And yet, the fact that he had asked me to come, included me of his own accord—it felt like the tiniest sliver of a door opening. A do
