The Choice
“You’re thinking too loud.”
Flora barely looked up from the map. Adrian stood at the entrance of the tent, arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning her face. He wasn’t wrong. Her thoughts had been screaming at her all night.
“I didn’t know thinking had a volume,” she muttered, tracing her finger along the route they were supposed to take tomorrow. Another mission. Another fight. Another step deeper into a war she wasn’t sure she wanted to be a part of anymore.
Adrian walked in, the flap of the tent closing behind him. He stood there for a moment, silent. Then, “You’re gonna leave, aren’t you?”
Flora froze.
She should’ve expected that. Adrian had always been able to read her too well, even when she didn’t want him to. She sighed, finally looking up at him. “I don’t know.”
His
