Aaron
I wait until Penelope's breathing evens out and she sinks into genuine sleep. Even then, I stay for several more minutes, just watching her.
In sleep, she looks calm but more vulnerable. The mask of strength she wears constantly has slipped away, revealing the exhaustion etched into every line of her face.
My chest tightens painfully with guilt.
I left her alone for three weeks while she slowly fell apart.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I ease myself off the bed. She stirs slightly, making a small sound of protest, and I freeze.
However, she doesn't wake up…just burrows deeper into the pillows, seeking warmth I'm no longer providing.
I pull the blanket higher around her shoulders, then slip quietly from the room.
The pack house is quiet at this hour since most members hav
