True to her words, Erin did not contact Will nor even attempted to reach out to him. She remembered Xander’s request for one week, and despite her doubts, she found herself following it. Blindly. If he asked for time, she would give it, trusting that he would eventually tell her all that he had kept hidden. Deep inside, Erin kept questioning herself. Was it right to trust him this way? She kept telling him by words that she could not trust him, yet in action she obeyed him almost without hesitation. The contradiction unsettled her, but she chose to push the thoughts aside.
That morning she found him waiting for her in the living room, sitting with his usual calm posture.
“Are you ready for today?” she asked, slipping her bag over her shoulder.
“More than ready,” he replied with a faint
