The next day, Lucas decided we would take my car to school instead of his motorcycle, a considerate move on his part.
He seemed genuinely concerned that his motorcycle might trigger my dizziness or nausea. Honestly, I enjoyed our motorcycle rides and I didn't think they were any cause for my recent symptoms, but Lucas didn't want to take any chances.
It was a small but kind gesture of his thoughtfulness.
Yet, despite his efforts to make me feel better, I couldn't hide the heavy emotions that had clung to me since my discovery of the wolfless article I had read last night...
The words "shortened lifespan" had been circling around my mind.
I could hardly get myself out of bed this morning, even though I didn't sleep a wink last night.
I didn't even take one of Gran
