Year of the Roses

Floral Season

The Orchard

Altsas

Isla

I TRY TO STEADY my breathing. And what if he knows what I'm doing? He was the one who suggested running to me only days ago. My fists clench and unclench at my sides. "What do you think I'm doing?"

He shakes his head slowly not answering my question. "You are not coming with me, Isla."

"Why do you care?" I hiss out. "Why shouldn't I come? You not wanting me to come is not a real ...