Tate
Standing just inside the door of Kelly’s office, which she never had a chance to actually use, he took in the details of the room that reminded him of her. The charcoal sketches scattered across some of her bookshelves, the watercolor prints hanging above her desk, the spring green office chair with a matching blanket thrown across the back of it. He bet if he picked it up, it would smell faintly of her. His heart ached as he walked around the room. He had only been able to send a text here and there to her for the past few nights and he missed hearing her voice, but he didn’t dare call in case it got intercepted. If Blackfur found out where she was... He couldn’t bear to finish the thought. So, for now, he would continue to text as much as it pained him to do so. He sighed. Her voic
