It’s been five days. Five days since I woke up in a new place, five days since the bond broke. Five days of constant crying and sleeping. The omegas have been kind, continually bringing me meals while I’m asleep. One of them even sends a new flower every morning. On the second day, I used the glass that they sent water in and created a vase on the nightstand to keep them all in together. I woke up that afternoon to find it replaced with a beautiful vase, flowers still there, with room for more.
Randall has been patient with me, though he has become more quiet. He wakes each morning, asks me if I need anything, and then leaves for the day. I never see him until he returns after dinner and is ready for bed. He puts on his pajama pants, climbs into bed and pulls me to him, rarely sa
