Wolfe's POV.

“Shit!” I cursed as the clay I was trying to shape went out of form again, splattering across the wheel because I got lost in thought.

I’d been at this for a while now and had barely made any progress. Since I couldn’t concentrate long enough to sketch, I’d decided to take a break from my art room and come to the pottery studio. This was one of the places Makenna and I had made some great memories. Now, it haunted me, reminding me that I needed to see ...