Chapter Ten
Gone with the Wind
Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.
- Margaret Atwood
ETHAN
Tampa, Florida
Present Day - Three Days after the Fire
She was gone. Vanished into thin air.
I couldn’t concentrate for days. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t write. I could barely compose an e-mail without my thoughts drifting, and when I did, my fingers followed their own mind, writing each question I had on the page.
Who was she? Where did she go? Why did she feel so familiar to me?
I couldn’t get her out of my head.
It wasn't until later, after I'd run back into the blaze, that I'd thought about the beautiful face in the fire, her delicate hitched breaths... the way her soft skin felt against mine.
And I felt like the biggest f*****g tool.
She was in trouble, t
