“I first saw you five years ago.”
I was surprised at Dayne’s words.
Once I’d stopped crying, though it took a while for that to happen, I didn’t want to go back to the farmhouse where I’m assuming everyone had gone. I don’t know if Dayne guessed I felt that way, or if he wasn’t ready to return to the house either.
But after I’d wiped my face clean of tears, he gave me his shirt, then he grabbed my hand and led the way to the lake.
But not to toss me in.
We sat down a little way from the water, and several minutes passed with neither of us saying a word—long enough I was getting used to the silence when he suddenly spoke.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean that you saw me five years ago?”
His gaze returns to me, and in his eyes is a sadness I wasn’t expecting.
“There was a meetin
