Chapter 7
Coming out of the darkness of the tunnel, the light was practically blinding. Running hadn’t exactly given my eyes time to adjust, and I shielded them, standing and straining to see who was waiting for us.
Amber was still running, barreling into a tall figure laughing in the distance. The man lifted her up and swung her around, exclaiming “Och girl, you’ll be the death of me, you will!”
I laughed, too, recognizing the big voice, even if my eyes were still acclimating to the bright yellow sun. Ewan. Apparently their separation period was over, at least for a little while.
I looked away from the happy couple, not wanting to intrude on their moment, and that’s when I saw him. Just standing there, lounging against a tree a few feet away, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
