Now she had water to drink, but she didn't know when Atlas Hallow would appear, or if he would wait until she was dead before coming out to bury her.
If he had really felt anything for her, how could he leave her here all alone?
Charlotte Miller's lips curled into a mocking smile, her gaze fixated on the window, searching for the traces of birds flying through the forest.
She merely wanted to prove she was still alive in this world, for everything around her was stagnant—the forest outside, everything—and only the occasional bird cutting through the sky proved that time was still flowing.
Suddenly, a different sound came from outside, a rumbling that grew closer and closer...
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat, and she listened intently with her ears. There really were some different sounds.
He ran, ran to the window to take a look, and that helicopter was slowly descending from low altitude, finally landing steadily on the helipad outside the cabin.
He came?
