~Everly~
We settle in the room, and I wash Valarian down with a wet cloth—it's a little too cold today for me to give him a bath right now. Once he's settled and napping, I take the longest, hottest shower in ages, trying to wash the memories of last night away.
I found my mate, saw him, and he didn't recognize me. But worse still was knowing he was with another woman. The agony that it caused as I ran home was heartbreaking as well as painful. When Marcus took me there, I hoped that he would recognize our son and we could get the help we needed, that maybe everything could be fixed, especially once I realized he was my mate. It allowed me to hope for the first time in ages, and I caught a glimmer of it only for it to be taken away. Now I'm failing my son once again; that much I do know.
