Seeing Bailey crying in the distance as I walked through the packhouse tears at my heartstrings, and I found myself rushing to her as she walked into the lounge. Any awkwardness that had been between us is irrelevant now, as I pull her close to me, her tears quickly dampening my shirt. “Bailey, what has happened?” I whispered, holding her tight against my chest. So desperate to soothe her. My heart racing with her so close to me.
But she says no words, yet I feel her heart racing too as she continues to sob against my chest. I led her to the sofa so we could sit down. I want to be there for her, let her know she isn’t alone. I hate that this sweet girl is suffering, and maybe Zion has been right, pushing her away may result in her leaving the pack…
