Page 76 of Wild Hearts

Reminding her that everyone said this was possible wouldn't do anything to alleviate her pain. My therapist said just to be there for her or give her space as she needed.

We parked at the cabin and went inside.

Dakota headed up the stairs to her room.

"Do you need anything?"Do you need me?I wanted to be there for her.

"I'm okay."

"If you want to talk, I'm here," I said as she nodded, then continued up the stairs and out of sight.

I paced the living room, wondering if I should have insisted on following her to her room and talking to her. I was supposed to let her take the lead and be there if she needed me. It felt neglectful to let her suffer alone.

I sent an email to her therapist and mine. Hers got back to me right away, gently reminding me of everything I already knew.

I ran a hand through my hair, noticing my laptop and notes were on the dining room table. Addison couldn't have brought them. She didn't have a key.

There was a note on top from Oliver.Thought you might need these.

I shot off a text to him, thanking him.

Oliver: Is Dakota okay?

Walker: She's upset about her mother.

Oliver: Let us know if we can do anything. We're all worried about her.

This is what I loved about the Wilde family. They came together in times of need.

Walker: We're supposed to give her space. But I'll let you know.

Oliver: Don't worry about work. Just be there for Dakota.

Walker: Thanks

This is why I moved here: for my cousin's support and a job that was understanding about things like this. I thought it would be good for her to be here, but if she thought being in Virginia would aid her grief, then I'd do whatever I needed to help her.

I dropped onto the couch and ran a hand through my hair. My phone buzzed again.

Addison: Is Dakota okay?

Walker: I'm sure she will be. She's sad about her mother.

Addison: She'll be okay.

The messages were nice, but right now, I was all alone. It took everything inside me to stay downstairs and not force my way into Dakota's room to make her talk to me.

I flexed my hands, then decided to work out. I'd bought some weights for home, and that would help rid me of this nervous energy. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt, then knocked on Dakota's door. "I'm going to the basement to work out. Text me if you need me."

"Okay."

It didn't sound like she was upset, so I hesitated for a few seconds and then continued down the stairs. I hated the door separating us. I couldn't help but think it would be easier if she were younger. I could be there for her in a different way. Giving her space sucked.

In the basement, I warmed up, then grabbed my weights, going through a full-body routine. I'd already gone for a run this morning, but I wanted to fatigue my muscles. I needed something to occupy my mind and my body.

When I was done, I wiped the sweat off my body, seeing Addison's message for the first time.

Addison: Are you okay?

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