Chapter 200. Want

Faye

I’m not sure what to do to pass the time. Despite the heat coming from the fireplace, I’m chilled. Rain pelts the window so furiously it sends a rapid pinging sound throughout the room, mingling with the crackling fire. 

It’s rather cozy when I sit in the single wooden chair near the fire, wrapped in my blanket, listening to the rain. Somewhere in my fractured memories, I remember liking the rain. Liking when storms rolled through… wherever I’m from. 

Because she would be there to comfort me. The woman with soft hands and a gentle, beautiful voice. Instead of remembering her face, or her scent, I remember an ache that spreads through my chest. 

I lost her at some point, I think. Whoever she is. She’s not here anymore. 

Tears sting my eyes on instinct. I blink them away, scooching closer to the fire, the chair squealing over the floorboards. 

I nearly jump out of my skin when the door opens, and Michae