Chapter 15
Dearne flopped onto Will’s bed and watched as he wrestled with the tinder box to get the candles lit. He closed his eyes against the sense of suffocating frustration threatening to consume him every time he tried to cast his memory back to those lost days, maybe weeks. Seeing Gussie made his head hurt abominably. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.
He felt the bed sag as Will sat beside him so he removed his hands and blinked up at him. Will was frowning. Those dark eyes were troubled. He had the most interesting eyes. Sometimes it was so easy to read his emotions in them, sometimes he was a blank mask. At the moment, he was clearly concerned.
“Are you tired?”
“Not especially.”
“Why don’t we try and go through day by day what you remember and work out where your
