Leo’s POV
Ahead the church loomed, its dark and menacing form against the misty night sky. As I pushed past the thick wooden doors, the broken windows and crumbling stones did not much console me. Except for the gentle cracking of the wooden floor underfoot, the place was dead quiet. Thirty-minutes. That was our agreed-upon time limit all around. By now Becky ought to have arrived here.
My head spun with alternatives, none of which appealed. Every minute that passed without her seemed as though it were a lead weight in my breast. Trying to control my breathing, I closed my hands, but the usual tightness returned—fear, uncertainty, and something else I couldn't quite shake.
I hadn't felt so helpless.
Reversing the events of the past few days, I walked the length of the ancient chapel. E
