Nolan:
The house was silent, but my head wasn’t.
Everything about tonight played in my mind. The fact that I was now married to a woman that I did not want to be with. The fact that she had tried to run away, that she tried to jump away, trying to escape me, not knowing who I was.
Shameful. My own wife, a fiancée as they called her, did not even know who I was. I stood right in front of her and she did not know who I was.
I stood on the balcony outside my room, cigarette between my fingers, the cherry tip burning slow as the wind tugged at my shirt.
The moon hung low. Tired. Like it was just as sick of watching me as I was of being watched. Like he wanted nothing more than to tell me to just back out and leave, that my presence was not wanted.
Below, the pack grounds were quiet, guar
