Chapter
Ten: Wolfish Sheep
New Years came with less pizzazz than
Halloween but, like all beginnings, it had a way of staying memorable.
Waking up that morning, I hadn’t
realized what was coming, or even what had passed, and it hadn’t occurred to me
the old year was over but not yet out. It was raining and a miserable day, but
memories never let you stay down long, especially not on New Years.
My year was bittersweet at best. I
loved Nick, lost Drei—in a sense—and rebuilt a life when I wasn’t sure there
was anything left to start over. It seemed impossible Nick had only arrived ten
months ago, or that already we were so close. Neither did it seem likely
Valetta and I were best friends, confiding everything—though not always saying
it aloud. My relationship with the kids blossomed, but suffered slightly due to
Nick. I was like their temp mom: here to kiss the scrapes better, dry the tears,
and work out disagreements. It was amusing, to Nick, anyway. I took it
seriously.
Two things I couldn’t manage to keep
from my thoughts long were the fact something might be wrong with Drei, and
Jake’s warning. I had said everything because it had felt right; but the more I
thought about it, I wasn’t ready to give up anything; not Nick, Drei, the kids,
Valetta, or my life. None of it. But I sensed judgment on my promise was
closing in. There was something in the air that made me anxious, even through
the downpour.
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