Jane

“Jane, let’s go to the mall and then hit the club,” Amira murmured suddenly, her eyes bright with excitement. “I don’t want you feeling sad after telling me your story about your mate.”

“I don’t feel like going, Amira,” I said quietly, pulling my hands up to my chest. “I want to stay home.”

I knew she was trying to make me feel better after I shared my painful experience with her. But honestly, I was already feeling good about my decision to leave all that hurt behind ...