81Becca paced in her small cabin. At some point, she had to stop running away. What had it ever accomplished? Nothing. Her life had simply remained on the same course. Her only goals, to please others.
A knock on the window made her jump. He stood in the darkness, smiling. “Let me in, Becca,” he said from the other side of the pane.
She stared at the door. Had she locked it? She heard his steps outside the cabin. She rushed to the deadbolt, just as she heard him jiggling the handle. The catch was in place.
“Come on, Becca. Don't make this so hard,” he said in a low voice. “I just want to talk.”
At that moment, Beau barked. Becca heard voices but couldn't make out the words. Then, silence.
Though Becca knew she had agreed to stay down at the forge, she didn't want to leave the little r
