A few minutes earlier.
Killian was in a terrible mood. He sat on a massive rock under one of the oak trees near the field, twisting and crumbling long grass, unleashing anger upon it. He failed to understand why Amelia wasn't telling him the truth. He couldn't comprehend why she remained tight-lipped, withholding the truth that gnawed at her being.
As her husband, Killian believed he had the right to know what troubled her. He longed to unravel the mystery of her silence. He wondered endlessly what secrets she chose to keep from him. What was she not telling him? What was troubling her?
Did they not promise that they would never hide things from each other? Yet, here they were, just a week into their marriage, and already a chasm of unspoken words and secrets lay between them.
