The room was dark when the door finally creaked open. Zane stepped in, his shoulders taut, hair disheveled, his shirt half unbuttoned like he hadn’t even noticed. His eyes carried that storm again, the one that said he’d been somewhere he shouldn’t have, thinking thoughts he wouldn’t share.

Sibil stirred awake, groggy at first, but when she saw him her body instantly stiffened. She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "Oh my goodness Zane?" Her voice was soft, almost ...