“The two of them sat in the shuttered cabin, listening to the rain drum, in darkness except for the oil lamps. The woodstove held the storm’s chill at bay. Cozy, except that it felt like a bunker, Sky thought. That was her fault for wanting the shutters closed. All of a sudden she remembered what Craig had said about when he came home from the war and he couldn’t stand a closed door even in his own apartment. “Craig? Are these shutters making you feel uneasy?” “Not really. I can’t se...e much from the windows anyway. I’d have to patrol occasionally regardless.” “That’s not what I’m talking about.” His gray gaze was steady, his eyes an exact match for the dark clouds outside. “I know. I’m fine. I’m luckier than most. I got past it.” But she wondered. “You chose a career that keeps you in the middle of nowhere away from people most of the time.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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