Darcy.
Drying the last clothes, I heaved out a sign and picked up the bucket. Since the day that Miss Bridget had returned into this house, I have never found happiness or even know what it is.
I had little to even a minute to spend with Heath because by the time I am done with my job, she would be fast asleep.
At least, I used to get the chance of meeting Beta Michael when he comes back to the pack house and now that he has a lot on his plate, it has become so hard for us to meet.
Putting everything behind my back, I walked into the pack house because I am sure that one of Miss Bridget’s minion is monitoring each of my movement and if I should spend a minute out here, then I have no idea what could be done to me.
My head feels so much lightweight. Working nonstop with stress has neve
