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My hands shook against the steering wheel. I was minutes away from driving into my old pack – but after having a mental panic, I pulled over on the side of the road.

A soft sob escaped my mouth, as I sealed my hand over my mouth. I hadn't thought it through.

My phone was ringing; as it had been for the majority of the drive.

I knew it was Lincoln, and he knew he was angry.

I had left him