*Ada*
Calvin said my scars are gone, but he’s not happy. Something must be wrong. I try to stand, but I’m too weak, and I stumble forward onto my face.
“Hold on,” he says, pulling his jeans on quickly.
He lifts me into his arms and rapidly walks back to the packhouse.
“Why are you angry?” I ask.
“I’m not,” he says, not slowing. “I’m just worried about you. I’m taking you to the medical ward.”
“Please don’t,” I ask. “I want to go home with you.”
His eyes glass, and he stops walking. I feel his heartbeat quicken. He’s scared. Calvin is never scared. He gets angry and frustrated, but I’ve never felt fear from him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. He doesn’t answer.
Calvin takes the stairs two at a time, still not saying a word. We reach the apartment, and the door is already ope
