Over the past two days we have fallen into a slightly comfortable routine. I sleep in Logan’s room, he makes breakfast and we go to the pack house, he comes to check up on me around noon then he disappears for a few hours and comes back around six in new clothes.
I haven’t asked yet; mainly because I’m scared I already know the answer and it won’t feel real until it is said out loud.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about what he goes to do?” Diana asked as he left the daycare and I shrugged, “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Of course I have,” I said, “That doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.”
“We should follow him,”
“We should sit still and mind our business,” I corrected and she rolled her eyes, “I have had enough adventures to last me a lifetime; I don’t need any more.”