IRIS
Two days later, I found myself standing in front of the heavy metal door outside of Ronan’s cell and my heart was beating so loud. Darius was once again beside me.
"You don't have to do this," he said. He felt like I had not given myself enough time before returning, but what he did not know was this time I was prepared. My hands were full. I had a canvas bag and inside I had packed a few things. Inside was my old gray t-shirt, the one I slept in so many times. The fabric had gone thin and soft with years of washing. I had also brought Ronan’s hoodie, the one that had been mine when we had been together. Somehow, even after an year, it still had our mixed scents together. Finally, I had also picked a few of our pups' clothes. The whole pile was a mixture of our family’s scents. I t
