The night Sara left was the beginning of their almost nightly meetings once Emma was allowed to venture out again. He had found her later that night and each night afterwards near the low wall looking out over the ocean. Each night, he brought a basket filled with food and a soft blanket that he would fold for her to sit on.
Tonight was no different. She sat on the folded blanket, listening in silence as he shared more of his home world and his family. She was thankful that he did not ask about hers. She wasn’t ready to share and she got the feeling that he understood she needed more time. He spoke of light-hearted moments as well as some of the darker ones during the Great War. Emma was shaken when she saw a brief glimpse of him hanging by his arms in a dark cavern, blood running in thic
