(Nick POV)
After Jenny left, I sat in my living room for hours, staring at the front door.
I kept praying to the Moon Goddess that Jenny would walk back through it and tell me that it had all been a horrible misunderstanding. No, not just "it"… everything. Specifically, I wanted Jenny to come back and reassure me that she hadn't really lied to me for years, that she hadn't really left me, and that Stephanie and Sheila hadn't really done all of those horrible things to either of us.
Unfortunately, the longer I stared at the door, the clearer it became that the Moon Goddess wasn't going to answer my prayers. Jenny wasn't coming back. My mate was gone.
Despite everything Jenny had done and allowed to happen, it was a bitter pill to swallow.
At some point, I tried to drag myself to bed. However, I couldn't get comfortable, and I couldn't sleep.
I guess my body recognized that a part of my soul was missing.
