29. s**t.
Willa.
Things started to change days later, when everything exploded in a way no one saw coming.
Reid and I focused on his recovery. He spent his time playing the guitar, working on the same melody he hummed that night. Sometimes we went to the beach or took short walks around the area. Life was relatively peaceful. Except for Katarina’s presence—she came to bring us supplies or to hang out with us— it was just him and me. We returned, in a way, to what we were before, where each other’s presence was all we had.
Reid and I had reached a point of understanding where we didn’t even need to speak to know what the other was thinking. It was strange, but true. I knew he was worried about Killian, that the sudden silence and disappearance of his brother had him paranoid. And even t
