Esme sat down next to him. Tentatively, she reached out, lacing her fingers with his, her touch a gentle counterpoint to the storm raging within him.
"I want you to take a day off," she murmured. "Stay with me." Her face brightened with a beaming smile.
Silas, taken aback, gawked at her. "A day off?" he echoed. "Are you serious? You want to spend time with me!" The very idea seemed surreal. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just yesterday, she had been itching to escape, and now she claimed that she wanted to be with him.
Silas grew suspicious. "Didn't you say you hated me?" he asked, perplexed.
"That…" She pouted, a wince etching itself onto her face. "I was just angry with you. That's why I said that. I never hated you."
His suspicion morphed into a thick fog of confusion. He narrowed his eyes, searching her face. What was she up to now?
