Chapter 195

Evelyn's POV After visiting my parents' graves, I went back to the pack house. "I should have done this years ago," I murmured to myself, standing outside my parents' bedroom door. When they died, grief had overwhelmed me. I'd barely managed to arrange their funeral before Calvin's father Jeffrey arrived with marriage contracts in hand. The Norse Pack needed protection. A perfect business arrangement. In the chaos, I'd never properly sorted through their belongings. I pushed open the door. The room smelled faintly of jasmine and vanilla. Time seemed frozen here, as if they might walk in any moment. My throat tightened. I spent hours sorting through clothes, jewelry, and mementos. Each item carried memories. I carefully placed keepsakes in box. Under the bed, I found several storage containers filled with photo albums and documents. As I pulled them out, a leather-bound book slipped from between two albums. "What's this?" I picked it up, running my fingers over the worn cover. My mother