Turning the corner, she saw the dark figure of a man, John, pushed up against the side of his bed cast in the light of another stained glass lamp. She fought the simultaneous instinct to jump away and move closer.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I had to,” she insisted, taking a step forward. “It sounded like you were in trouble.”
He laughed without humor. “Damn right I’m in trouble.
Lying in bed that morning after a long and frantic run home, the door dead bolted, chained, and a chair hooked under the knob for good measure, Evangeline knew that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. Every creak, every distant sound, drew her attention. Finally, when footsteps sounded from overhead, she watched the ceiling with a tangible fear that John Smith knew what she’d done and that his secret wasn’t safe.
Shawn MaravelAll these years... I was the silent and ever present figure in your life... but you. You've always been the meaning of mine.
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