106. A Chance

REBECCA:

"I don’t know," the tear rolled down my cheek and I caught it, wiping it off quickly and becoming very aware that we were practically almost pressed into each other. Neither of us made any attempt to move. I liked the feel of his warm skin next to mine, if it was the only warmth I'd have in this winter phase of my life, then so be it.

He searched my eyes and I saw him relax with a heavy breath, "Do you have any idea what's in that warehouse? If Oliver's asking for it too, then it must be important."

I knew nothing other than that piece of information. Nothing else made sense. I couldn't bring myself to ask my mother after that because a part of my mind was eating me alive, worried that everyone would know that I suddenly knew the whereabouts and I'd be fighting for my life again.

I didn't want to know. I was scared. Regardless of what I knew or not, I knew the old man was going to come after me, I just… wanted to justify my innocence and play the victim. I sounded like a cowa