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Annie
I laid in my bed, the soft feather pillow beneath my head catching my tears.
Roan had left. He’d hated every second of his hospital stay that I’d seen. Hated the noise, the smell of cleaning products, the constant bustle of people coming and going.
He belonged to the wilderness.
I would have gone back with him if he’d asked. I would have left everything behind, lived in a tent, hell, a damn cave, if it meant being with him. I would have agreed to damn near anything to stay at his side.
Dad had flown him and his pa back to the homestead without wasting a minute stopping by our house to say goodbye, and I hated all three of them for the emptiness in my heart.
Our time had ended—once again because of a fire.
Roan had chased down my heart, had taken my body, my love—but too mu
