Heaven gazed out the window, noting a bluish hue to the east. It warned of dawn’s impending arrival and her lack of sleep. After talking about the dream for the last twenty minutes, she was no wiser to why it happened. Neither her parents nor Delia had said a word the entire time she talked.
As she waited for someone to speak, Heaven read Layne’s energy. Pain reverberated through every cell in his body, but she didn’t understand why. He was the one who wanted space. It’s the reason they’d stood on the side of the road, arguing in the middle of the night. Where did he get off directing the pain in his soul toward her?
She pushed the thoughts aside and refocused on her mother, who sat on a bench near the bay window. Her statuesque posture concerned Heaven, as did the way she stared toward
