Chapter 60

The next morning, Marisol wakes up feeling surprisingly light, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The events of the previous day seemed distant now, replaced by a sense of clarity and determination. She decides to start the day fresh and have breakfast in the pack house, something she hadn’t done in a long while.

After freshening up, Marisol makes her way to the kitchen, her footsteps light with newfound optimism. But before she could reach her destination, she was intercepted by Lily, who looked to be on her way to find Marisol, a tray of food in her hands.

“Hey, Marisol,” Lily greeted, with a wane smile. “I was just coming to find you.”

“Oh really?” Marisol questions, returning a smile of her own as she lets her eyes roam over the contents of the tray, “Breakfast in bed? When was the last time that happened?” she says lightheartedly, but Lily gave her a solemn look, her lips drawn into a thin line.

“We need to talk, Marisol.”

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