“Do you want to talk about it?”
Bailey was chewing on her bottom lip. Her anger had since dissipated, now replaced by the hurt of the situation.
“He was seeing the girl he told me not to worry about. I kept hearing rumors around school, but he promised me it was nothing. I didn’t want to be one of those crazy girlfriends, so I ignored my gut,” she paused, sniffling, “But now I look like a fool.”
I reached out, grabbing her hands into mine, “You are not a fool for giving it your best shot. He made you happy temporarily. And while I absolutely don’t condone his behavior, we have to hold onto the good moments. Even if they don’t last.”
“It’s not fair, Bri. I’m supposed to be training to become a warrior. I’m supposed to be back in Crimson River, going to the mate ball in hopes of fin
