I looked at Brodie and realised at that moment I was looking to him for help. Despite everything he had done, some part of me still trusted him to protect me. I had no reason to believe in him, but something inside of me wanted him to be telling the truth. In reality, I had little choice but to put a degree of trust in him. I certainly couldn’t trust anyone else at the camp. I just had to stay alive long enough that I could find a way out. How that would even be possible when he knew my every thought escaped me completely.
“Stay out of sight. It’s just Jackson and I’ve got to head out with him, anyway. I’ll lock the door and I’m the only one with a key. I’ll be gone for an hour or so. It will give you time to take it all in. I am sorry that it had to be like this.” I did as he said and moved to the far side of the bed. There was no way Jackson would be able to see me, even with the door opened wide. I hunkered down beside it, just to be safe.
He was true to his word an
I woke up feeling rather excited, and I couldn't wait to speak to Jackson and tell him about Brodie’s proposal. Sharing the news with the girls was a little more daunting, but they deserved to hear it directly from me. They would be arriving early, as they had offered to help with the finishing touches to the house, and the thought of their support filled me with warmth.Before I welcomed them, I had to head over to Jackson’s for breakfast and to drop off the babies at nursery. The prospect of having them at home once the house was finished was heartening; it would be so much easier to manage everything without the distractions of the chaotic work in progress. The decorators were scheduled to arrive bright and early, and I looked forward to unpacking each room shortly after they completed their tasks. I could already envision the fresh layers of paint and the new furnishings transforming the space into a warm and inviting home.“Morning, beautiful. How was your night?”
I had tried to slow them both down as much as I could on the way back to the camp. Jackson needed some time to sort everything I had asked him to do. The good news was that he had plenty of manpower. As soon as we walked through the gates, I checked in with him using our new internal communication. “How’s it going?”“We’re done. Just heading out the back door in the next few minutes.”“Thank you. I owe you big time.” It felt as though I always owed him more than I could possibly pay back, a never-ending cycle of gratitude and unease. I took Brodie’s hand for the first time since we had left the clearing, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.Once Marcus finally turned to head back towards his quarters, I breathed a sigh of relief and gently steered Brodie towards the new house. As we approached, the structure revealed itself in all its beauty. It was indeed a modest design, yet it carried an elegance that suggested a deep respect for its natural surroundi
The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen.But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.And then, a flash of emotion surged through me: anger intertwined with betrayal. My heart raced as I heard the bitter words echoing in my mind: “You bastard, you promised.” I could see the back of my own head as Brodie watched me from the tree line.“I promised to not tap into your mind and find out where you were going, but you told me.” The vantage point of my image changed and I guessed
"We walked across the camp hand in hand. It was almost pitch black as we picked our way across the slightly damp grass from the short downpour earlier in the day. Brodie’s head was in the clouds, quite literally, as he stared up at the stars.He stopped dead out of nowhere, forcing me to do likewise. He pointed up at the sky before looking back down at me to check that I was following his gaze, before returning it to the inky sky. 'Do you see the stars there? The triangle makes up the head.' He moved his finger across the sky as though he were painting the stars himself. 'There’s the body and the legs.'" “I see it.” Honestly, I nearly understood the way people could see shapes in the stars, but he seemed so excited to share it with me, so I nodded.“It’s called Lupus; it means…”“Wolf in Latin, I know.” He looked down at me again, a note of pride in his eyes.“Well, ancient Greeks actually thought it was half man, half beast, so naturally it’s one of my f
I stood in the meeting cabin more than a little anxious. It was stupid. I was treating an informal meal with friends like it was a night out at the Ritz. If we were eating with Jackson and Mikkel, I would have just thrown on a hoodie and leggings, pulling my hair into a messy bun to try to conceal the level of greasiness. I didn’t know why going for tea with Gerald and Helena was different, but it was. It could have been the way I had been forced to earn Gerald’s approval and my desperate need not to disappoint him and lose that approval again. Then there was Helena; as a teacher for my kids, I desperately wanted her to see me as a typical mother: respectful, demure, classy. I was certain that I was the only mother in the camp who used her free time to take punches to the face and kicks to the stomach. The vast majority of mothers i
With purpose, I moved deeper into the clearing, the soft crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoing in the stillness around me. I pressed on until I was certain I had put more than two miles between us. The air grew fresher, filled with the earthy scent of moss and wildflowers, invigorating my spirit. It was time to push my boundaries and challenge myself further.I conjured up every memory of Jackson I had. At least I knew where he was. He was at home, safely tucked away in a cabin that I could easily envision. I could picture its rustic charm: weathered wooden planks, a sturdy stone chimney, and the sprawling pines that surrounded it like sentinels guarding a secret. “Jackson,” I whispered, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer, a plea carried softly into the stillness.“Still practicing, I see.” I let out a huff of frustration, my shoulders drooping in defeat as I realized I couldn't catch him off guard like I had with Brodie.“How did you know?” I asked