I toss in my sleep, feeling restless. Everything feels like it’s entirely too much for me to bear. He’s been gone for eight days.
Eight days is too long, but I don’t know why I feel that way.
I shouldn’t and I know that. Honestly, I should be relieved about the space, but I’m not.
Right as I flop to one side, I barely open my eyes, only to find Damian standing at the door. He’s glaring at Evelyn, who has taken up her spot in the chair. She hasn’t left me alone much at all these last few days.
I’m not sure whether it is because she fears I’ll try to run away or if it’s keeping me company.
He isn’t saying anything, but it seems like they are having a conversation. It’s probably another wolf thing that I don’t understand, though I want to.
I keep my eyes slanted, watching him. He’s dirt
