Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ana
I stood in front of the small, cracked mirror in the storage room. My hands shook slightly as I straightened my clothes.
It had been a long time since I cared about how I looked, but tonight felt different.
I wasn't dressing up for my husband or for the pack. I was dressing up to meet a stranger who had shown me more kindness in an hour than I had received in years. I smoothed out my hair, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room.
The hallway was quiet, but as I made my way toward the front door, I spotted a figure approaching from the opposite direction.
It was Desmond.
He was heading toward the storage room, likely coming to check on me or offer another half-hearted apology. When he saw me, he stopped in his tracks. His eyes traveled over my outfit,
