I sat at the kitchen table, watching as Oak moved about with a familiarity that spoke of years spent in this space.
I wasn't used to seeing him like this, yet, I found myself liking it more than I should have.
Despite the tension that had followed us from the town, there was something almost soothing about seeing him in this domestic setting.
After how hectic the past few days have been. It's been over two weeks since my escape and yet, I sometimes wake up with the feeling that I am still there.
In that stuffy, moldly room, waiting for Damien to reappear and drag me out by my hair…which I no longer had.
"I'll make dinner for everyone," Oak announced, his deep voice breaking the silence that had settled over us.
Without thinking, I found myself rising from my seat. "I'll help," I o
