Brax did as he said he would. He came to see me the morning before he left, and Dillion showed up in the afternoon to take me out.
We drove down the familiar road that led to a small diner on the outskirts of town. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. As we settled into our booth, Dillion took a sip of his coffee and looked at me with concern in his eyes.
"Willow, do you think you'll ever speak up about what happened to you?" he asked gently.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know," I mumbled.
Dillion glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I should probably get you back soon," he said reluctantly.
But before he could make a move, I found myself speaking up. "Can we stay just a little longer?" I pleaded.
