Things were chasing her in the dark; things she couldn't entirely put her finger on, but they were near. In a way, she wanted to be caught, was tired of running, and fighting, and being frightened. But the sun shone brightly as she woke. It had been a while since they'd had a bright day and Anne rose and made her way to the window. The moors stretched before her; she could see all the way to the horizon. It felt as if it were her room again. He felt distant, the sun chasing him away. As far as she suspected, he was still there, but inaccessible. She was glad. There had been a shift in their relationship and it made her uncomfortable—not that it ever had been comfortable. Bringing her hand up to her throat, she wrapped her arms around herself. A man had never looked at her so blatantly. She knew he'd done it to prove a point, but it was still disconcerting. Even her husband had never looked at her like that. He was just trying to intimidate her, she concluded. The underlying message had been to keep her away, so obviously, it had been put on for effect.
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