Liz
We walked down the path toward the safe house in silence. The only sounds were the wind whispering through the trees along the shoreline and the waves crashing against the beach beneath our feet. I clutched the blanket tighter against my chest and hiked my bag up my shoulders, wishing I could pick up on the scents that should have felt like home.
I glanced over my shoulder toward the slowly disappearing packhouse. It sat on the edge of the cliff like a castle watching over the sea. A pang settled deep in my chest, forming an ache I knew would linger long after this moment. Would I ever see it again? Would I ever step foot in those walls again? I turned back, unwilling to think of the answer to that question.
"You don't have to follow me, you know," I offered quietly. "I know you h
