Chapter 56 Regretting Part 2

• Silas’s P.O.V
• The door handle was made of wrought iron, cold to the touch as I grasped it, attempting to turn it to no avail. The door itself was thick and sturdy, blocking out any sound from the other side. It seemed to tower over me, an imposing barrier between me and the safety I hoped to find inside. Every time I knocked, the sound echoed throughout the forest, a stark contrast to the serene quiet that surrounded us.
• I knew I was wasting time going over the details of the wood, over the damn cold doorknob that I wanted to break down. I was buying time, letting myself think of a way I could explain all of this to her. What would make her understand? What would make her believe me? She seemed to be hysterical…