The crisp morning air seeped in through the door and opened windows, whispering promises of safety now that the night's terrors had passed. Yet, inside the dimly house, the tension was suffocating.
"There is nothing for us to talk about. It is morning now, no longer unsafe outside. You should return to your land," She said flatly, her voice low and sharp as steel, her eyes holding fire and contempt. The moment her uncle stepped out of the cabin, she had turned to deliver those cutting words, as if she had been holding them in, waiting for the first opportunity to hurl them at Williams.
Her tone was firm, unyielding. A decision had already been made in her mind. She didn't want him here. She didn't want him anywhere around her and his presence was putting her on edge.
After delivering her piece, she spun on her heel toward the door, her movements brisk, mechanical even.
