บท 702: Nice And Slow

She wore the long grey dress, and her hair was pulled back in a simple braid. Ashleigh walked down the hallways, following closely after her mother with her eyes cast down.

She saw no one. She heard no one. They were all outside, gathered to share the stories of their Alpha.

Ashleigh took a slow breath and swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt the breeze drifting down the long corridor and heard the soft murmuring of voices in the distance. They were getting closer to the vigil.

Her heart began to race. Soon she would be forced to see them all. The people that had accepted his death. Forced to hear the stories of his life as though it was already over.

Yet, she didn’t feel angry. She was scared.

Scared that she would see and hear it all and find herself giving up. Scared that this was the moment when she, too, would have to accept that Caleb would never come home.