Kimberly
The weather outside was gentle today—warm enough for the breeze to kiss the skin without biting, and cool enough that the sunlight didn’t feel like a punishment.
I stood at the window of my room, fingers idly tracing the edge of the curtain as I watched a few of the young pack members chase each other across the lawn.
They looked so free.
So unburdened.
The sight brought a smile to my lips, but it also tugged at something deeper inside me.
Freedom.
It was strange. Not long ago, I wouldn’t have dared to use that word in association with my life.
Especially not in the context of Kendrick. But things had changed—were still changing—and I wasn’t sure I knew how to process it all.
He had been different lately.
Not in the subtle, manipulative way that made you question yo
