Hearing the last of his words settle into my delirious mind, I saw him take off in the direction that we entered this secluded grove.
“Jack!” I screamed.
He turned around, eyebrows raised like the first time he looked at me in San Francisco.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for me to plead, and was gone before my begging could begin.
Bound to the darkness against this crude sentinel of the forest, I waited inside the silence of the rain. As the pelting water fell down my face, I licked the drops from my lips letting them run down my parched throat. Waiting for him to reappear, time didn’t pass in the ticks of a clock. There was no measure of anything but the growing ache in my limbs and my increasing panic.
One clings to silly hopes in times of desperation. Some time
