Two days.

It had been two days since Ace promised to tell me why he'd been following me. Two days of careful conversations and loaded glances, of questions dancing on the tip of my tongue that I couldn't quite bring myself to ask.

Two days of being treated like I mattered.

I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared out the bedroom window. The view was beautiful rolling hills dotted with trees, a landscape that seemed to stretch on forever. It was so different from the cramped ...