I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door –
But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level.
“Whoa! –“ the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little pain. “What –“
Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks. I’m a bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my warren – I’ve just got to get inside, where I can be alone –
“Fay,” the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my shoulders and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Kent’s face –
But no, a face like Kent’s, but softer, younger – Daniel.
