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~Kimberly~ I can’t believe that Paul would just walk out on me like that, walk out on us. After everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve done for him and this pack. It can’t all be reduced to ‘I’m disgusting’; there has to be more. Before I can leave his office and go after him, Landon walks in and closes the door. He looks at me but says nothing. Landon walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink. He sits in the armchair next to the bar and leans forward, elbows on his knees, drink in hand. I lean against the desk, waiting for him to speak. I’m not sure how this will go, but I’m here for it. “You could have just rejected him, mom.” I say nothing but watch Landon take a sip from his glass. “You could have rejected him, and this wouldn’t have happened.” Landon looks up a