We are sitting on the porch, waiting for the pack doctor and his crew to collect Nora’s body. I'm sitting between Logan’s legs with my back to his chest, resting my head on his shoulder, his fingers intertwined with mine on my lap. Nathan’s face is buried in his hands as his elbows rest on his knees. Joe is just staring into the night, rolling a piece of twig through his fingers.
“Were things really that bad for her?” Nathan breaks the silence as he lifts his head to look at us sideways. “I mean, it’s not like we threatened to torture her or something. Was the thought of being arrested so terrible that she had to go and blow her head off?”
“I don’t think that’s the reason,” Logan sighs. “I think she figured there’s nothing left for her anymore. The love of her life is in prison, and so i
