Chapter 48
Running is not a strategy. Unless you’re Aiden. Then, it’s a battle plan.
Over the next week, I barely see a trace of him. His ability to avoid me in Soldana and at Dolly’s apparently a faint glimpse of his talent.
One room. We’re in one single room, and he still manages to never be in it at the same time as me while simultaneously lingering in every corner of it.
In every neat little pile of clothes and blankets set out. In every warm meal and pitcher of fresh water left on the table. In every book set out in a place I’ll see it. But perhaps nowhere more so than in the chair that has not moved from the end of the bed.
Oddly enough, I think it’s the chair that does it. That reminds me that while running may be Aiden’s strategy, it has never been mine.