"I understand you don’t have feelings for him, but he does," Axel replied.
"Still, he knows I’m with you. I’m positive he won't act on it," I countered. He nodded slowly, deep in thought. Gently, he reached over and touched my hand.
"I’ll make it right. I promise," he said earnestly.
After Axel left, I headed downstairs to grab a coffee and spotted a note stuck to the fridge. With Mom at work and Walker on patrol, I settled at the table with my coffee and journal, ready to write again.
I started penning down my thoughts about my visit with Axel and the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I wasn’t afraid; I just needed to sort out how to handle this situation. I knew I’d eventually go back to the packhouse, but I wasn't going to make it easy for Axel. He had messed up, and it was
