IN AN UNKNOWN PACK

AUTHOR’S POV

A vase crashed against the floor, the sharp sound echoing as the pieces scattered in every direction of the room. From the shadows, a man rushed forward.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he said quickly, reaching for her. But the woman shoved him aside with a sharp motion.

“All I ever hear is bad news. I stay trapped in this room, waiting, and all I get is disappointment,” she cried, her trembling hand reaching for another vase. He caught her wrist just ...