Nefretiri
"You think he'll be okay?" Taylor watched as Dallas went up the stairs with Judy and Wes. They'd asked him to stay in their suit tonight so they could show him some of Hannah's things.
"I hope so," I muttered, unsure I could do it myself. "He's got everyone here and his pack. Hopefully, that'll help him get through this… I still don't know if it was right to let him be there…"
"It was the right thing," Steven sighed, cradling Eric, who had just fallen asleep. "It would've been worse if he lived with the uncertainty."
"But will it destroy him now?" I questioned, still weighing that decision. Dallas was holding up, but I didn't know him, so I couldn't be sure.
Neither answered me, not having an answer either.
