Chapter 63

-Willow-

Cain wasn’t home. Carter suggested staying with me, but I told him I would be fine and that it was probably best if Cain didn’t come home to the sight of us together. I asked around to hear if others knew where he was, but no one did. I went into our bedroom and sat by the window, looking outside. I sat there for so long, waiting for him. The sun disappeared, and the moon came out. Only a small light by the bed was turned on in our bedroom, making sure the darkness didn’t completely swallow me. However, I began dozing off a bit before I finally heard something. It sounded like a crash, and I quickly sat up, looking around. I focused on the door before I heard another bang, as if something had hit it. I stood up and walked over to the door, opening it, only to find Cain leaning against it, looking disheveled, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. As I opened the door, he slid down to the floor and looked up at me.

“Cain?”

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Oh, there is my