Hazel's POV
The sun has risen, casting a warm beautiful glow over the leaves in the garden. I took a deep breath, trying to let the peace of the surroundings seep into my bones. Norland walked beside me, his presence was very comforting.
With him I don't have to be scared he would hurt me or try to use me so I was at peace with him. But I noticed he was stealing little glances at me.
“How are you?” He stopped walking to look at me fully.
“I'm fine.”
"Hazel," he began, his voice gentle but insistent, "you need to tell me what really happened with the kidnapping."
His questions had been circling around one topic since we started our walk, and I knew he wouldn't let it go easily.
I glanced at him, forcing a smile. "I told you, Norland, I don't remember much. Everything is a blur."
