The day I left the house, I took only Logan's things with me.His clothes, his toys, a few picture books, and all of his medical records from the past four years.As for the jewelry and gifts Ryan had bought me, I left every single one behind.As I walked out the door, Logan slipped his hand into mine and asked softly,"Mom, are we never coming back?"I gently stroked his hair."From now on, we'll live in our own home."The new house wasn't big, but it was quiet.There were no deliberately amplified screams from Isabella, and no Ryan standing at the door, begging me over and over to repair a bond that was already dead.That night, I unpacked the last box.The city lights glittered outside the window.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass and suddenly felt as though the weight that had been pressing down on my wolf for four years had finally lifted.Once my father learned that I'd moved out, he found me soon after."Come back and work for the family business."He pushed a docum
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