As I crossed the compound toward Tommy's cabin, the evening air hung heavy with the scent of impending rain. My boots crunched on gravel, each step echoing the hammering of my heart. The golden light spilling from his windows did nothing to warm the ice forming in my veins.
I didn't bother knocking.
I knocked on the front door to reveal an empty living room, but the light from his room revealed his location. The door swung open to reveal Tommy standing frozen mid-pace, a half-packed duffel bag gaping open on his bed. It didn't take a genius to know that he was panicking. The moment our eyes met, I saw the truth written in how his pupils dilated and his fingers twitched on his side.
"Going somewhere?" My voice came out eerily calm.
Tommy's throat worked, his Adam's apple bobbling as he
