After Nathan left, Sierra returned home. Looking around the familiar apartment, a strange feeling crept over her.
She instinctively glanced at Jayce, who happened to look over at the exact same moment.
They didn't even need to speak. The moment their eyes met, they understood what the other was thinking.
Something was off.
Something was very off.
"Sierra!"
Candice ran over from the window and threw her arms around Sierra's leg.
The sandstorms outside were too severe for Candice to go out. That's why Sierra hadn't let her come along to see Nathan off. Instead, Candice had been perched at the window, watching them downstairs through a pair of binoculars.
The little girl's hug pulled Sierra from her thoughts. She looked down at Candice. "What is it, Candice?"
Candice's fair, delicate face was scrunched up in a conflicted expression.
In all the time Sierra had known her, this was the first time she had ever seen such a look on the little girl's face.
It struck Sierra as odd.
