The emptiness of her room was starting to wear on her. She'd never cared when she was younger, thankful for a place to escape to and call her own. She had felt like the pack always needed something from her father, going to her when Logan was unreachable. Her room had been a sanctuary, a safe place where she could hide to avoid the constant barrage.
The barrage no longer stopped at her bedroom door. It seemed someone was always knocking, always waiting for her just outside. But this morning, it was quiet.
Tess' words hit her hard. She needed to grieve. She had cried for days, overwhelmed by the grievous pit that was the emotion she felt in her father's absence. But she needed to let herself feel each of her feelings and process them.
She wanted to be upset that Tess had been right, but the truth was, she couldn't be upset with Tess. Not when her wisdom was always so spot on.