#Chapter 51: A House Is Not A Home

Renee’s POV I don’t turn back to look at Jasper. I can’t. I don’t look anywhere except at my feet. I watch as my left foot picks up, moves forward, steps down, and then the right foot do the same thing. It’s like I’m watching someone else walk, someone else is moving my body. I keep wondering if this is a dream, but I know it’s not. It’s just my life unfolding before me. Living as Renee was the dream and now I am awake as Annie again. People are staring, whispering. Some have their phones out and are recording. This will go viral and then it will be old news, something forgotten. Unfortunately, real life doesn’t work that way. I’ll be stuck with Eric now for a very long time. All the forums on social media about the alpha’s wife disappearing and then being rediscovered are going to be lively with debate, but not a single person will wonder if I’m okay. I ignore the phones and the people behind them, they don’t deserve a reaction or a show. Debbie’s pink shoes skip in and