MEADOW'S POV.
Morning came much faster than I wanted.
I hadn't slept well.
Every time I closed my eyes, my mind wandered back to last night.
Marshall.
The boy who had once lived in Grandmother Ophelia's cottage...
After fourteen years.
Nothing about it made sense.
I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring out of the hotel window while Penny paced restlessly inside my head.
"He's hiding something."
I sighed.
"Obviously."
"You don't believe his story either."
"No."
Not even a little.
Grandmother had always told me that people lied with their mouths...
But their eyes almost always told the truth.
Marshall's eyes had told a completely different story from the words coming out of his mouth.
Someone had hurt him.
Someone had chased him.
I remembered the wounds covering hi
