Tiffany stood fifty feet into the trees to the east of the lighthouse clearing and watched Devin Robison.
She knew that her abrupt departure was rude, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. She had spoken more and to more people today than she typically did in a month. But what had finally driven her to escape was how much she’d enjoyed speaking with Devin. Despite his obvious pain over something in his recent past, there was an easiness to being around him. She’d always suspected that her own pain pushed others away and isolated her. Perhaps it was sharing a common theme of broken pasts which had made him so easy to be with.
It was the very easiness that she found so disconcerting.
Tiffany almost called out to him as he kept turning again and again to look for her. It was touching r
