Baxter:
I returned to my room alone. No one accompanied me, and it didn’t seem like anyone was required, just maybe someone.
But that someone had not only drifted away from me and moved on, she had done so many years ago.
Or perhaps she had never been attached to me enough to move on in the first place.
I grunted, wandering down the third-floor hallway by myself.
All the while, I couldn’t help but think about her husband. It wasn’t only jealousy that made me focus on him or want to look deeper into who he was, there was something else.
He seemed strangely familiar.
After pacing around for a while, I noticed my cell phone ringing. I already knew who it was.
“She’s been calling us a lot,” I told my wolf, referring to Yuvonne.
“She feels guilty, maybe?” my wolf wondered.
I shrugged,
