Running Away

DESTINY

"I need answers, James," I said, my voice steady, though I could feel the tremor of anger coursing through me. I glimpsed that fury mirrored in his stormy eyes, causing my insides to quiver.

James raked his fingers through his unruly hair, strands cascading over his face, partially obscuring my view of him. With a sigh, he muttered, "Well..." The sound of his exhalation hung in the air, thick with uncertainty. "I wish I could give you answers, Sugar. I truly do. But for now, I have none," he bit out the words, his frustration palpable.

"If you have any evidence, James..." I began, desperately seeking some semblance of truth.

"Suspicion alone isn't enough, Destiny!" he snapped, his frustration reaching a boiling point as he abruptly stood from the bed. He whirled around, his piercing gaze fixed on me. "Can you trust me? I'm doing everything I can to keep you safe." Desperation made his voice climb an octave higher.

Keep me safe. The words echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder