SAM’S POV
Nothing was enough. No one was ever enough to get me back to being myself. I was an empty shell living and walking, pretending I was okay when I was not even an inch closer to getting back to being the person I used to be.
There had been times I questioned myself on who I really was. Whether it had been the resentful one that hated that weakling if a mate or the one before that?
Both seasons of my existence, I thrived and lived my best life. I should have known to keep her locked. I should have recognized that while I rejected her, I removed a big piece of myself and killed it alongside her.
Because the moment she was gone out of the house, I never set eyes on her again.
For six years I wondered where she was and if she was even alive at all. I couldn’t even deny the part of
