Over the past two days we have fallen into a slightly comfortable routine. I sleep in Logan’s room, he makes breakfast and we go to the pack house, he comes to check up on me around noon then he disappears for a few hours and comes back around six in new clothes.

I haven’t asked yet; mainly because I’m scared I already know the answer and it won’t feel real until it is said out loud.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious about what he goes to do?” Diana ...