Rebecca’s story

The quickness with which he told me this made me realize he wasn’t kidding. He was still gazing into the distance over my shoulder. I could feel his heavy breathing in the back of my head. I twisted in his arms until I was facing him. My eyes begged for an explanation. Tears slowly formed and threatened to roll down my already burned cheeks. I wanted to keep myself strong, but the weight of what he had just said was pressing my heart so hard that not only could I barely ...