The Admission

Leahcim sat quietly letting the silence between them motivate Markka. She poked at her food then heaved a heavy sigh before she spoke.

“Remember when we were searching for the hunter-killer?” She looked up from her plate and met his gaze.

Leahcim nodded.

Markka looked down at her plate and rearranged the food with her fork. She sighed again and said, “The dreams I had at that time were strong. And if you recall, almost came true.”

“But they didn’t.”

Markka shoved a fork-full into her mouth and chewed pensively. She shivered at the memory of what happened.