By the time I got out of the cottage, Cole was already making his way up a hill. From afar I saw his back was tense and he was walking like he usually did when he was mad. I didn't try to call out to him because I knew he would only ignore me.
I ran after him faster than I had ever run. By the time, I had gone up and down the hill, my legs were shaking in protest and my breaths came out as pants. Cole had stopped walking and was now sitting on a fallen log. I stopped for a moment to control my breathing.
Once I was calmer, minutes had passed and Cole knew I was there but he made no move to start a conversation. I walked towards the log ad sat down next to him. He didn't acknowledge my presence and I rolled my eyes.
"Cole, talk to me," I said after a moment.
At the sound of my voice,
