FAYE
By the time I finished breakfast, I felt slightly better.
It wasn't as if the food had somehow chased away the uneasiness sitting in my chest.
It hadn't.
If anything, my thoughts had only become more restless.
But sitting alone with nothing to occupy my mind had been far worse.
At least breakfast had given me something else to focus on, even if only briefly.
I left the dining room and made my way toward the main living room.
The pack house was much livelier now than it had been earlier that morning.
As I rounded the corner into the living room, I found Cole standing near one of the windows with a mug of coffee in one hand.
He appeared to be reading something on his phone until he noticed me approaching.
His expression immediately softened.
"Morning," Cole said.
"Morning,"
