The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows as Ruby fastened the buttons on her cardigan, glancing at the clock on the wall. They were right on time. She told herself but as her eyes remained on the clock, her mind drifted of it's own volition to a place she didn't want it to.
It had been exactly seven days since she left Zeden, seven days since her entire world collapsed in front of her. Yet the ache in her chest hadn't dulled. Not even for a second.
She'd thought the distance would help. That maybe the sound of the sea and the peaceful quiet of this small coastal town would silence the memories. But the silence only made them louder.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Stefan—broken, angry, accusing. Not once had he let her speak. Not once had he seen her pain. She sighed, pushing the thoughts aside. This shouldn't be what she should be thinking on a day like this. Why was he even on her mind today?
