Chapter Twenty-FivePresent day
Although he had been expecting it, Raven jumped as the door opened behind him. His stomach wrenched and his breath caught in his throat. As always, Raven saw her hair first, a fiery red sheet that hung past her shoulders and down to the small of her back. He felt nervous, his mind striving for clarity, but he found none in her gentle eyes. The guard stepped outside the room and closed the door behind him, but Raven could see the shadow of his feet on the other side of the door.
They stood, frozen in each other's stares, not knowing what to do, what to say. Raven wanted to scream out to her and demand answers, but she looked so afraid of him that his frustration softened. He had been so fixated with his own anguish, he hadn't given much thought to her suffer
