#Chapter 98- Divided We Fall

Fiona “Please have this correspondence sent out to the Mercy Medical Company as soon as possible,” I tell Patrice, the older mail lady. She smiles at me and pats my hand. “Honey, you didn’t have to come all the way down to the mail room. You could’ve called me to come get this from you,” she says, taking the envelope. I learned pretty quick over the last few days that the best way not to bump into Ethan is to do as much of my work that requires me to be away from my desk as possible. If that means bringing one envelope down to the mail room, I’m doing it. Ethan tried to talk to me twice the day after the encounter with his wolf, but I couldn’t handle the overwhelming sadness, regret, and longing that I feel for him. He kept trying to tell me he’s working on a way to stop the marriage, but it’s been four days since then and he hasn’t come up with anything. “You’re doing so well, honey. Keep up the good work,” she says. Her motherly tone chases away some of the sadness that