DECLAN
I sat behind my desk, staring at the documents before me without seeing a single word.
The ink swam, the numbers dissolving into a meaningless blur. My mind kept returning to that room. That goddamned moldy room, the damp sheets clinging to the cot, the angry red rash blooming across her skin.
Why had I interfered?
The question settled in my chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. I should have left it alone, let the pack’s
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