AMBER

I run my fingers along the spines of the books sitting in the dusty shelves, feeling the ridges and grooves beneath my fingertips.

I am in the not so large library, hiding from Ryan and his work colleagues. He didn't tell me to--frankly he hasn't even spoken to me since he got back from work earlier than usual, looking angry as hell. This one isn't directed at me, I know, but it didn't stop a painful pang from growing in my chest when I had asked him what was wrong and he'd ...