I wake in the morning to knocking at my door. I swear if Tate has come to disturb me for lessons…
We had driven back from the hospital in almost silence last night. Both Tate and Alpha Lachlan made attempts to make conversation with me but I cut them off as I did not feel like talking. I made my excuses when getting back to pack to head back to my room, despite their insistence to join them in the dining room for dinner. I just wanted to be alone. And food was the last thing on my mind! They seemed to get the message and let me go.
I received multiple mindlinks from Tate asking if I was ok, or if I needed some company, or wanted him to cook me some dinner. All of which I politely dismissed, just needing time alone and space. I had too much to process. I spent time looking at pictures of
