Beta Howe brought me to my old bedroom. He locked the door behind me. I glanced around at my old things. When I’d left, I left everything behind – all my clothes, all my belongings. I’d changed so much since the last time I stood in this room.

The pictures on the walls of me with Ash and Caleb, clothing more suited to a teenager and not a professional adult, even the stuffed wolf that sat on my red and black bedspread. None of it seemed like mine anymore.

I picked up the ...