18: Loss

JENNA

Standing with Jason now, all the things I wanted to ask him. All the questions I thought I wanted the answers to disappeared from my brain.

I’m left gaping at him, like a fish out of water. Totally no thoughts in my brain that feels absent.

“Come on.” He motions to the couch.

Moving ahead of me, he waits until I get there before sitting.

I force myself to not look around the place. Right from the door, you could see that a lot of things have been changed.

It didn’t look like the office we used to spend time in.

How many times have I imagined coming here? Not as the daughter looking for the alpha, but the wife and luna, coming to see my husband.

I’d imagined and day dreamed about the kids we would have, the way we would run the pack. All the new activities my young brain thought would make sense for the entire pack to do.

Jason doesn’t make a move to start a conversation as much as did. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. It was sufficing, taking and filling every