“You don’t trust me, but I trust you.” My voice lowered. “You have no reason to trust me.” I crossed my arms, looking away from him. “You came back.” “What are you talking about?” “I sat on the cliffs above the beach on Jeval every night, imagining the sails of my father’s ship on the horizon. Hoping he’d come back for me.” I paused. “He didn’t—you did.” He looked up then, his eyes meeting mine.
