48: Alone at Last

Anyra

I stand on the balcony attached to the large room situated on the compound's northern side. The balcony overlooks a small pond surrounded by trees and low hills. The sun barely glimmers over the horizon, casting the land in a pink haze.

The breeze picks up, prickling my skin and sending my hair flying behind me.

Logan walks up and gathers my hair in his hands. He takes a long whiff of it, inhaling the smell deeply.

Its ...