The unwritten scars
: An Unwa
h remained untouched. It was too much. Too soon. She couldn't shake the feeling tha
bout the ghosts lurking in every corner. She wiped down the counter, folded the to
thing
ut of the town. It had been a week since Noah had helped her settle in, and she hadn't seen him s
oor broke her fr
skipped a bea
n expecting an
opened the door,
i
he hadn't seen him since the night she left. The night she finally found the courage to walk away from
ng on her doorstep, look
?" Evie's voice cracked,
but it didn't reach his eyes. "
ke a punch to the st
er voice shaky. She couldn't
lk to you. We
st. She knew better than to listen to him. S
her voice trembled. "I'm not
ing, like he was trying to convince her.
er mind spinning. Why
e pulled back, instinctively taking a step awa
changed. We can fi
hadn't changed. He was the same man who had broken her ove
onger. She could feel the walls inside her sh
re," he continued, his voice more
hing else-a steady, calm presence. It wasn't Lia
se without her hearing him. But she turned, and there he was, standing in the yar
presence alone was enough to
" Noah's voice was low, but there
of them, and for a split second, Evi
pat, his tone venomous. "Thi
, just stood his ground, like a silent
aten someone I care about," Noah
ue. Instead, he turned on his heel and
rozen, her heart ha
f sight. Then, he walked toward her, slow and st
?" he asked,
tting in, the terror still curling in her stomach. She
had always been there, in wa
red. "I thought I was safe. But
the first time he had touched her in any way, and for a second, she tensed, unsure of what to do
rst time in ye