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I continue to do paperwork but I can't seem to concentrate. I keep replaying the look of disgust in Wes' face when he said Chandler had kidnapped his friend. I felt my stomach churn with guilt and I threw a pencil across the room.
I got too comfortable. I let Josh lull me into a sense of security and I forgot about everything else that was happening outside. I even let myself be trapped in only a damn section of a big building for wolves.
All because I feared Chandler and I felt comfortable with Josh. This wasn't me. This was never me. I haven't even had fresh air in two weeks. And now Jocelyn was in trouble because I ran away.
I was sitting, sulking at the desk because I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't leave, as much as I wanted to go find Josh, because he wasn't in the Be
