Chapter 10
“Talk to me.”
Leandro followed me around the cabin, trying to get in my way every time I opened a new cupboard. He’d tried grabbing me the moment I rose from the couch, but after I’d shaken him off the first time, he hadn’t tried again.
“I can help. You just have to tell me what you’re doing.”
His words came from a distance, since my head was currently under the sink in my attempt to inventory what supplies were readily available to me. I couldn’t see his face, but I recognized pleading when I heard it. I’m usually immune. His was a lot more difficult to ignore.
“Did you remember something?”
Hope had crept into his tone. It was feeble and his growing frustration more prevalent, but he was grasping at straws here. He didn’t know what to make of my behavior, though after eve
