Caspian had never visited him, never showed an ounce of concern. To him, I was using Kylo, our son, to gain sympathy, to manipulate him. After a decade of life together, this was how little he thought of me, of our family.
I wiped away the tears that threatened to fall, forcing myself to stay strong. "Think what you want, Alpha. I'm leaving."
I turned, ready to drag my luggage out the door, but Ophelia’s voice suddenly sounded. "Alpha, didn’t you plan to take Kylo to the ocean? You didn’t cancel that for the mountain trip with me, did you? Claire is upset..."
Caspian’s soothing response was like salt in a fresh wound. "Don’t worry, I know my priorities. We can go to the ocean anytime, but once the snow melts in the mountains, it’ll be a long time before we can see it again."
I scoffed coldly, the sound bitter and filled with years of pent-up resentment. How could he be so blind, so oblivious to the pain he’d caused? He didn’t know—he couldn’t know—that there was no next time, no next month for Kylo.