Calista

　　I feel a tug inside as she sends me that advice, urging me to unravel the knots within me.

　　"You probably have something on your mind," I murmured, my voice low over the crackling of the fireplace. I dared to meet her eyes, a stormy blue- she reminds me of Zane.

　　"You're going to move," she stated, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. It wasn't a suggestion anymore; it felt like an edict, an undeniable directive that demanded my ...