*Miranda’s POV*
I unlocked the front door to my apartment and dragged my feet across the floor as I went inside. My phone was buzzing in my pocket, repeatedly, but I didn’t have it in me to look. I dropped my bag on the floor and went straight to the couch, falling face first into its soft pillows. I was numb. My legs were numb, my face was numb, my soul was numb... and then the walls came crashing down the moment I saw his jacket still hanging over the armrest. I cried, ugly cried, while my wolf remained silent. She was ignoring me, licking her wounds in the corner of my mind. She hated me. I hated myself. I cried until my eyes became too puffy to see, until my lips became swollen and I fell asleep.
“Miranda!” I heard rushed footsteps closing in on me. “Miranda! Are you ok?” I opened my
