Connor’s POV
I stand in the doorway, staring at her, soaking in every inch of her face as she gazes back at me in shock. Around us, I can hear the murmurs of other people as they turn toward us, as though sensing the shift in atmosphere, watching us both curiously.
I see her lip’s part slightly, confusion flickering across her face before she suddenly drops her gaze from mine and hurries toward the seats on the other side of the small area, her head bowed.
‘Wynter!’ Her name falls from my lips with practiced ease as I stride after her, desperate to close the gap between us, to stop her from running away from me.
Wynter keeps walking, her steps becoming quicker as she bypasses the seats and heads for the far door that leads toward the buses that are parked up, ready for boarding.
Fear
