She’s right. Logically, I know she’s right. But logic doesn’t stop the fear from consuming me.
Josie hugs me tighter, and I realize I’m shaking. Actually shaking like a leaf in her arms. The mortification is almost worse than the fear—letting them see me like this, falling apart, proving every doubt I’ve ever had about who I am and what my designation really means.
“Breathe, honey,” she murmurs against my hair. “Just breathe. We’ve got you. It’s going to be okay.”
I want to believe her. God, I want to believe her so badly. But all I can think about is everything I’m about to lose—my job, my reputation, the life I’ve been trying so hard to build.
Baby moves around the bar, and suddenly she’s on my other side, her hand rubbing circles on my back. “Hey. Look at me.”
I lift my head just enough to meet her eyes.
“You’re not alone in this,” she says quietly. “Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever the APBRA says, whatever anyone does with that video—you’re not alone. You’ve got us. You’ve got Josie’s dad. And I’d bet money you’ve got those guys, too, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”
The mention of Beau and his pack sends a fresh wave of panic through me, but Josie’s arms tighten, keeping me anchored.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers again, rocking me slightly like I’m something precious that needs protecting. “I promise, Willa. It’s going to be okay.”
I don’t believe her. Can’t believe her. But I let her hold me anyway, let Baby’s steady presence ground me, and try to remember how to breathe through the fear.
ELEVEN
charlie
Charlie: Hey. It’s Charlie. Got your number from Baby. Hope that’s okay?
Willa: Charlie?
Charlie: Yeah. The one and only. Well, one of three, I guess.
Willa: Baby just… gave you my number?
Charlie: I may have had to grant a favor.
Charlie: She may have threatened violence if it's any consolation.
Willa: That does sound like Baby.
Willa: So why are you texting me?
Charlie: Wanted to say hi. And that it was really good to see you the other day.
Willa: Oh.
Charlie: Oh??
Willa: Hi?! It’s been a long time.
Charlie: I know. Too long.
Willa: Yeah.
Charlie: This is awkward, isn’t it?
Willa: Incredibly awkward.
Charlie: Good. At least it’s not just me.
Willa:
