2003
***Clint
“Congratulations, Darling! Oh, I am so happy! Happy that you’ve finished medical school and happy that you are home!” My mom gushes as she takes my face into both of her hands. “Maybe now you can get some rest. You look awfully tired.”
“I’m fine, mom. I am just ready to find Jaylie. Being away from my mate for this long has really taken a toll on me,” I explain. Over the past four years, my connections with Jaylie have become fewer and further apart than when she had started entering my dreams. They have kept our bond intact, but it has adversely affected my body. I continue to train, sleep, and work through the mental and emotional strain, but there is an underlying fatigue that plagues me constantly.
“And happy birthday! I just can’t believe my baby boy is twenty-six
