SAMANTHA POV
"It's only twelve. I have time to read," I think to myself as I head up the stairs back to my small room.
I had gone to bed early since I had been missing Daniel. So the night is younger than I thought it was.
I plop back down on my bed and take a deep breath before I begin to read my grandmother's next entry.
August 19th, 1973
Dear diary,
I have never felt more broken in all my life. Seven days ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful pups I have ever seen. They were a little early, so they were on the smaller side, but I was still over the moon. I named my son Kyle. He was the larger of the two and the firstborn. I named my daughter Grace after my friend who left with her mate. She was smaller than her brother but the louder of the two.
I was nursing them for the first time when Graham and his father entered our room looking smug. I knew right then in deep within my heart, something was very wrong, but I tried to hide it. I put a big smile on my fa
