Chapter 48 - Going Home

• I've been in Paxton Pack for a month now, and all I could think about was fleeing.
• Life there made me feel depressed. Every morning, when I got up and thought about going back to the pups and shelter workers, I wanted to run into the woods and hide there forever. The sense of entrapment was suffocating; each day blended into the next with no escape possible. The burden of responsibilities felt like chains, anchoring me to a place where I didn't belong.
• The evenings were still the worst. Nightmares haunted me, every time I saw Zane calling, begging me to give him a call, to talk to him. His voice echoed in my mind, he was a ghost from a life I was torn away from. The pain of our separation lingered like an open wound, refusing to heal. In my dreams, I saw his face with eyes filled with sorrow and desperation that mirrored my own internal struggle.