Chapter 19At Ginny's insistence that we take a break, Caleb made coffee and we went out into the garden. After sipping the coffee in companionable silence, Caleb suggested a walk, giving me the opportunity to clear my head. He walked beside me, one arm wrapped around my waist and I appreciated the chance to think in peace. Recalling the nightmare had been disturbing; the thought of trying to recall being held captive was unsettling.
We walked along the lakefront, my attention focused on the ducks that floated in groups on the sparkling water. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Caleb sounded genuinely surprised.
“For not freaking out.”
He stopped walking and turned to face me, one eyebrow quirked. “Why would I freak out?”
I shook my head uncertainly. “Not sure really. I thought you'd be disgusted.
