Olivia
On the way back to Prosperity Springs, I made Wilson stop at a big-box store so that I could pick up a cheap pre-paid phone. I set it up in the car, and promptly sent the number to Bently Howser Brooks. I then added Wilson’s number to my contacts, along with Renee’s (which I knew from memory) and Josiah’s (which I got from Wilson’s phone.) Having a fully functioning phone in my hand again gave me a strange sense of comfort and connection. How sad that although I was half-animal, I was still attached to my phone like a cyborg.
Night was falling when we finally arrived back at the pack house. I’d eaten some takeout with Wilson on the road, so I bypassed the dining room and went straight up to my room. I was glad for the excuse to avoid seeing Josiah and possibly having to expl
