Jane
I didn’t intend to tell Ethan about my decision now, I hadn’t even decided whether to tell him outright before all this happened. When I was walking home after meeting my mother’s ghost in the park, I’d daydreamed about sharing the news with Ethan. I thought we could go out on another date, and I could figure out some romantic scheme to surprise him. Our current predicament is about as far from that fantasy as possible, but we have to focus on whatever slivers of hope we can find right now.
I can’t bring myself to admit that part of me is terrified Ethan and I might only have each other from here on out. I’m terrified that we’re too late to save the pups, that they aren’t just missing… but gone. In my heart, I feel that they’re still alive. But what if that’s just a mother’s stubbo
