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Damon had stepped out of the house to handle some pack affairs. Roland was discharged from the hospital yesterday and I had convinced Damon to let him stay with us until he felt better.
Roland as we know, doesn’t have a mate yet. So he lived alone safe for the few visits he gets from his sister. So, I took it upon myself to take care of him.
I went to the kitchen and immediately went to work. I pulled on my apron to avoid messing up my clothes. I decided to make him a chicken soup. It's what my grandmother always made for me when I was sick. It always made me feel better.
I took out the vegetables from the fridge and started chopping them. The kitchen was my happy place. It was where I could go to clear my head. To think.
My mind went back to my conversation with Damon in th
