Diana
I wake to the warmth of Anthony’s arms around me and the steady thump of his heartbeat against my back.
My eyes flutter open, blinking against the bright sunlight filtering through the trees.
Despite knowing better, I savor the comfort and warmth of his arms because after many, many days, I truly feel safe.
Unfortunately for me, I've never been one to live in the moment, and even my little, innocent joy is shaded by the harsh reality of the circumstances which is that no matter how I feel, we aren't safe.
We’re still out in the open in some random campsite.
Still on the run.
Guilt and longing war within me as I gaze at our tangled limbs.
I shouldn’t want this—shouldn’t want him.
Not when our marriage was arranged by men like my father and his and especially not when they’re
