Chapter .45.

They say war is hell, but, darling, true hell begins when the battle ends and you're the only one whose hands still drip red. - the real war rages in your heart; it always has . j.s. *** I can't go in. The door is closed in front of me, blocking my access, but it's not the wood that prevents me from entering. My forehead leans forward, pressing against the frame as I take in the sound. Orion's cries can be heard. Faint. Muffled. Maybe he had a pillow pressed to his cheek, but I knew better. Judging but the layer of skin I had seen him wear this morning, it was probably bloody knuckles that were clenched down tight in his teeth while he cried. I should go in. I should go in. The knob stares in front of me, waiting. I can hear you...don't you know I can hear you? Aren't you aware that the pack ho