Ronan
My days felt long. Every single day dragged on and my nerves were through the roof. I couldn't even put on my mask after the third week at home. I felt off-kilter. I felt wrong in every way imaginable. I was angry all of the time to the point that I had to leave Momma J's house after I snapped at Salem over f*cking cereal.
Literally, I growled and snapped at her hand when she tried to take the last bit of chocolate cereal. She thought I was joking, which was a relief, but I knew then that I wasn't fit to be there anymore.
So I got myself a room in the only motel in town. The white flag I waved to my mother was over after that evening at her house. When I woke up in the morning and she walked out of the shower in a towel and transformed immediately at seeing me, I knew I had to go
