"Someone sets fire to this house, Leroy," she said softly. "I saw it… in my dream."
His eyes widened. He wasn't acting, he truly looked shocked. And that, more than anything, made her heart twist. She hadn't meant to accuse him. She only wanted to know.
Still, she couldn't ignore the unease that rippled through her.
She knew he was planning to leave. And strangely, it was around the same time she had intended to leave too, just a little later than she had planned. Except this time, the plan wasn't hers. It was his.
She should have been worried. About the future. About what they'd have to abandon. But she wasn't. Oddly, she wasn't.
What she did feel, however, was a pang at the thought of losing this place… the house she had built from the bare rocks of the hill, where nothing used to grow. The place everyone once said was haunted by dead lovers. She had filled it with light and warmth until it became a home. Her home. Their home.
She didn't want to see it burned to ash. Not yet.
