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Three days.

Three whole days and everything still felt broken.

I didn’t go back to the hospital. I couldn’t. Every time I tried to wear my coat, pick up my bag, step out the door, something inside me pulled me back.

My wolf was restless. My chest felt heavy. I couldn’t even breathe right in this house anymore.

I tried talking to Lena.

The first day, I knocked on her door until my knuckles hurt.

“Lena… please. Just five minutes.”

There was silence.

The second day, I ...