Emma.
The wooden floor creaked under me as I followed Regina down the narrow path toward the docks. The salty sea air was colder than I’d anticipated.
I hadn't picked a thing from Benny's house and even if I did, it was lost in the car or in the sea where I'd just managed to survive.
Regina walked ahead of me quietly. She was a very beautiful woman and even from behind, I couldn't help but admire her.
“This way,” she called over her shoulder with a kind voice.
I stayed close and followed her quickly. The little settlement by the sea was very quiet. It was unlike the town.
I could see a few huts here and there and some women washing linens just by the sea side.
We stopped outside a small hut. The door was old and weathered, completely bleached, no doubt from years of exposure t
