Another week went by. I could eat more things now. The exercise was helping in a way. I was slowly accepting what I'd done, the people I killed. I kept telling myself they were going to hurt me and that it was for the best.
It was. I knew that. For the best.
It still bothered me, and it would for a while. Maybe even forever. But as Harlan said, we have to keep living.
I slowly adapted to my new life, training every day with Blaze. He kept me distracted, and we'd grown to be very close. Selene, Damien, and Callum were all around me all the time, being nice to me and answering all the questions I had.
But ever since Harlan disappeared, I had a feeling something was missing. I kept reflecting on everything we'd talked about, going over every word, trying to find where it all went wrong. If it even went wrong at all.
The worry and anxiety were eating me alive. I had a feeling Harlan wasn't doing okay at all.
