Rebecca

It started raining, turning the trees into dark, dripping shadows outside the cabin windows. Thunder rolled lazily in the distance, but the real storm was inside me and it was coiled tight in my chest, pulsing just beneath my skin.

Maximus hadn’t spoken since breakfast. Not that I wanted him to.

I told myself I was grateful for the silence. I was grateful that he stayed on his side of the room, didn’t push, and didn’t look at me with those eyes that knew too ...