15
ARIELLA
I watched Brayden walk away. With each passing moment it killed me not to chase after him and argue some sense into him, but I knew it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t like any other man I knew, and no amount of yelling or reasoning with him would work. However, there was a way I was going to get him to listen.
When I entered Brayden’s dwelling, it wasn’t what I expected. There were bookshelves along the side wall with hundreds of books stacked neatly on the shelves. Skimming a finger over the novels, they ranged from the everyday classics to history and philosophy. Has he read all of these? I wondered.
Several of my bags were tucked into a corner of the living room, so I grabbed the one I needed and headed up the stairs. I went into the first room I came to and threw my bag on the
