Makenna's POV.

I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring blankly at my laptop screen. The cursor blinked at me, mocking my attempt to write. Yesterday’s events played on a loop in my mind, each scene more vivid and painful than the last. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come.

The previous night had been a nightmare. When we got back from the dinner, Wolfe had been my rock, holding me as I cried until I had no more tears left. Afterward, he’d done the ...