My leg twitches up and down. The air-conditioned room is an intense contrast to the warming heat of the outdoors. Everything is made of shades gray, even the metal table where I sit and wait for Noah’s dad. My eyes burn every time his face shows up in my mind. I didn’t have the guts to tell him that I loved him, or even let him tell me. Now he is missing again, like Jada, and Emi might still be in danger. I swear that when I find them Cleis will regret every second he made them suffer.
When the table begins to convulse I breathe out, trying to calm down the bubbling rage that begins to take over me at the thought of what he may do to them.
You are supposed to be the beacon of hope, not anger.
Noah’s words are as clear as day in my head. His handsome face is a painted picture in the fr
