Elijah
At some point during the night, Thea began to stir. I was already awake, staring at the ceiling of the tent with one arm propped behind my head. I hadn’t been able to fall asleep at all, and had just been laying there, ruminating over everything.
The more time passed since that afternoon, the more I wondered if I had overreacted when I found Agnes kissing her ex. I hadn’t even given her a chance to explain herself—I had just run away like a coward.
And yet, my decision still held firm. I had to protect my daughter from unnecessary heartbreak, even if it meant removing myself from the possibility of love.
Even if Agnes and I had decided to confess our feelings and truly be together, there was still the issue of my mate bond with Olivia. It was just a recipe for disast
