Rowan
I sagged against the wall and tried my absolute best to collect my emotions. I listened to the echo of my mother's heels clicking against the floor as she walked away. When the hallway was completely silent, and I was alone, I slowly sank to the floor. I knew deep down that my parents weren't good people. Especially after all I had seen recently and everything I went through when I was a pup. But that part of me — the broken, pathetic part that still craved love and affection — wanted my mother's approval.
I wanted her approval. I wanted her affection. I wanted the kind of care that I had spent my entire life watching other people receive so effortlessly. And I hated myself for still wanting it.
"f**k!" I cursed, slamming my fist into the floor beside me hard enough for pain to
