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Afterwards, Mary and I got back to work and Ronan's mother came by the office an hour later. We spent the next two hours discussing logistics. Who to invite. Who not to invite. What food to serve. What flowers to use. What colors would look best in the pack hall. Lily who had seen her grandma also joined us and colored at the table, occasionally offering opinions. My phone buzzed at around three in the afternoon. It was Ronan.
Ronan: Come to the training grounds. I promised to train you. I stared at the message, debating on whether I wanted to go or not. I had missed him and the option to go won.
"I have to go," I said, standing up and excusing myself. Ronan's mother looked up from the seating chart. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Everything is fine," I said. "Ronan just wants t
