ANGELA’S POVHonestly, that whole thing with Kimberly just emptied me out. I was running on fumes, mentally and every other way. Walking back to our wing with Aaron was quiet, but it was a good quiet. He was just this solid, warm presence beside me, and I practically leaned my whole weight on him. My mind was blank. I had done what I had to do, and now a tiredness deeper than anything physical settled into my bones.When we got to our room in his quarters, I went straight to the window. I stared out at the garden, all lit up by the moon. Somewhere in this huge, sprawling Pack house, my world was getting broken apart and glued back together all wrong. I could not get the picture out of my head. My dad, looking so hollowed out, walking to tell my mom the lie he had lived for over twenty years.“Try to rest, Angela,” Aaron said softly. He came up behind me, his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs working at the knots there. “There is nothing more you can do tonight.”He was right, I knew t
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