Sixty-Six: Trust.

KAYLA.

For more than thirty minutes, I stood still in front of the door. Pacing around the corridor and each time I tried to raise my hands to knock, my stomach would twist into a knot, forcing me to draw back.

The rest of the castle was darned with a creeping silence and with Ingrid and Carlos taking shelter in the cottage, we were the only ones left.

Just Rafael and I, and the hundred feet tall castle.

I could hear his foot against the ground each time he stood, and the fluttering of the pages. He was there, meters from me but still miles apart and it was then I gave up.

The truth was with everything that had happened the last few days, the death of our baby, him totally acting like I didn’t exist and then showing up days later as well as Lucien, Rafael had barely had any chance to talk.

We needed to talk, to confront everything and move on.

I knew for a fact that I wanted to move on with him. I wanted nothing more than to put all of this behind us and so I couldn’t give up. I co