Luka
Every morning I woke up with the mantra: “Today I will be better. Today I will not let Caleb down.”
Or myself, although that seemed like it might never happen.
I put on my favorite workout ensemble, an athletic skirt and a frilly exercise top. Courtesy of Mia, of course.
I opened the vanity drawer and put on the shade of lipstick that Mia liked, a terra cotta-brick color. When I first wore it, I rubbed it off right away, feeling like a clown. But I was starting to get used to it.
I did my hair up in a french braid, which I had learned from braiding the hair of the nobility at Long Lake Pack.
It had gotten to the point the last few days where I could actually sense Caleb walking down the hall to get me. At first I was at the door, to show how eager I was, but now I experime
