Book 17: The Cabin in the Woods

Posey

It’s an overcast, drizzling day. I watch raindrops trickle down the circular windows of the one-room cabin in Aris’s sailboat, tracing their trails with my index finger. My stomach is tied in multiple tight knots as the boat rocks on the choppy water. Fog hugs the horizon as far as I can see. I have no idea where we’re going. I packed for two days but nothing for this kind of weather.

I met Aris at the edge of the dock, and he put me down here, alone, while sending us into the storm.

The door to the cabin opens, and Aris steps down into the warm, dry air. Rain drips from his hair onto his shoulders, soaking into the soft fabric of his worn-out flannel. His silver eyes meet mine briefly, hooded, lined with dark circles, before he shrugs out of the shirt and drapes it over the couch. “How are you?”

“Don’t,” I c