AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 It hurts.

　　　

　　　 It hurt that my own mate accused me of something I did not know about. It hurt that he didn’t trust me enough than I did for him. He didn’t only hurt me, but he broke my heart.

　　　

　　　 As I was able to get out of the hotel, I didn’t know where I would go. I thought about going home, but I was not ready to talk about everything that happened tonight. All I wanted was to get away and clear my head.

　　　

　　　 My heart thumped. I hesitated at first, unsure of if it was a good idea. It would put my life in danger, and I...