"I want to see how long someone like you survives out there without me!"
I stood at the door in a thin sweater. The cold wind cut against my skin.
I looked at my bag lying in the snow. Without hesitation, I stepped outside.
One step. Then another. I walked into the storm. I didn’t look back.
Behind me, the door slammed shut. The sound echoed through the night.
I bent down, picked up my bag, and brushed off the snow.
My crystal communicator lit up. It was a call from my brother.
"Rayya, the Wolfhart convoy has entered Ravencrest. I will reach you in half an hour. I am taking you home."
