Isadora Davis
I woke up feeling cold and dejected.
My body was weak due to the fact that I slept on the cold, hard floor without any warmth; not even a piece of clothing was there to keep me warm.
I wouldn't have minded using an old blanket owned by my parents if I had actually seen one. But all their properties had been taken away, including their clothes and some of mine.
It was shared among some greedy pack members, who were delighted to have been gone and buried six feet.
My soul was weak all because of Lucas. His infidelity to me made me punish myself this hard. Here I was killing myself for a man I was sure was somewhere having the time of his life with that evil b***h.
There was no way I would return to that room and, worse, sleep on that same bed that had their scents both ma
