I was up at night replaying my conversation with Archer. Again and again.

He said he missed me and that he missed me everyday. I would be lying if that didn't set of butterflies in stomach like a fourteen year old getting confessed to, but I didn't even have the guts to answer him.

He stared at me, waiting for me to say something, that maybe I missed him back, but I didn't reply. And even if I did, would it have changed anything?

Instead, he changed the topic and reminded me that everyone was waiting for me at the pack house and we walked back together, although we didn't...