Book 4: 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