Easter~
"Jacob," I called silently, not even sure how—but knowing he would hear me. My heart pounded like thunder beneath my ribs. "Please. I need you."
I didn't know how I did it—how I reached for him across whatever veil separated us—but I knew he was close and he would hear me. I felt him. In the way the air stilled, in the way the pressure around my heart loosened just a little. Like the earth had taken a breath for me.
There was no thunder. No flash of light. Just a knock.
A sharp, steady knock at the front door.
Everyone stilled. Even Papa.
The man who had blocked my escape—the tall, broad-shouldered stranger with the flat expression—glanced at the door. His hand twitched toward the knob as if some instinct beyond his control compelled him. He looked back at my father, waiting for instruction. But Papa only narrowed his eyes at the door, unmoving, as though the knock itself had insulted him.
The man opened the door.
And in walked Jacob.
