Caldwell froze at the touch of Vana’s hand on his wrist. He looked her in the eyes and commanded her: "Loosen your grip!"
Vana Line shook her head stubbornly, gripping his wrist even tighter. Caldwell tried to shake her off but, somehow, she held on. "Caldwell,” she cried, with tears streaming down her face, how can you treat me this way? You took me into The Elliott House when I was twelve years old. Since then, I have devoted my whole life to you. I would never steer you wrong. Please, do not disregard what I have said so callously.”
Vana had carried a torch for Caldwell since she was 12 years old. Caldwell was two years older though and hadn’t been interested in the flirtations of a child. As time passed they had grown up, but, for some reason, Caldwell had never really seen her as an
