~Nona~
I haven’t heard from Lennox, and I’m not surprised, but I am surprised. I thought he’d reach out to me; try to see how I am. I don’t want him to reach out, but I do at the same time. I know I’m a mess, and I’m disgusted with myself.
I’ve been enjoying time with my family, but I’ve been missing Zora. She hasn’t spoken to me since we ran from Lennox, and I understand why. I’ve let her be, but I miss her terribly. Bryn has been around checking on me, and I’m grateful for that.
I’m walking around the packhouse, just taking everything in. I’ve been over every inch of these packlands, almost. There’s one place that I avoid. I just can’t bring myself to go over to the cabin I was being held in. The memories of the pain, fear, and anger are just too much. The thought of my unborn child b
