Once you find yourself in a comfortable bubble of a great life you could have had, you never think about what would happen if the bubble burst and the rosy glasses fell off. How do I know that? Because that's exactly what happened to us.
The images of Diana rushing through the woods, without stopping, without looking back, still run through my mind with a painful reminder of how much I screwed up. I should have done it differently. I should have started with a story and legends and maybe not choose the side forest trail to tell her that. Diana has been tense and skittish since I left Portland. I should have known she wouldn't listen.
I still see her retreating back whenever I close my eyes. And that hurts. Especially when I add to it my wolf's constant whining. Every second of every da
