Forget How To Breathe

Zara

Vance stood there for a second longer, his eyes looking at me like he was trying to read what was going on in my mind. Then, just as I braced myself for whatever he was about to say, his face changed.

"Don't worry about it," he said quietly, almost to himself. He stepped back, pulled the curtain closed again, exactly the way he found it, and disappeared into the front of the cabin.

I sat ther