The silence was slowly killing her.
Meriwa had thought she’d grown used to having the cabin all to herself, what with Callik having taken to avoiding her. She was coming to realize, however, that there was a big difference between knowing that he was just down the beach and knowing that he was on his way back to the polar south.
Home, she scolded herself. Their home.
She hadn’t been able to sit still since he’d left.
Every time she tried to relax, it felt like ants were crawling under her skin. She’d even tried to make food in the small kitchen as a way to distract herself, but she’d ended up burning whatever she dumped out of the aluminum can.
She blew out a gusty breath, staring down at the charred abomination on the table in front of her.
The fork that she put out to eat it
