“Are you mad at me?” My voice had been small, but his was light. “For what? Leaving without saying goodbye the other day?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but the words were. I pinched my face together with discomfort. “I’m sorry. It was about to start storming outside, and you looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.” “I would have appreciated it,” he said softly, “if you had.”
