Chapter 12: The Decision of Ross RaleighWe were on the hard, rock-strewn shores of the river in the cold, November night air, being caressed by the crisp, cool breeze and bathing in the fading glitter of moonlight and standing under the royal, midnight heavens abound with their shining stars. We—that is to say me and Julien—awkwardly together.
Good thing this wasn't a fantasy.
Why I mentioned all of this, however, was as a result of me being incredibly, irrecoverably relieved. Never before had I experienced such a glorious sensation—a purely uplifting jubilancy, and even a little triumph, I might add.
Abigail was going to be all right—she was alive—safe, perhaps because of my wish to keep harm away—who knew? Well, maybe that was not the case. She actually had been injured and knocked un
