He stared at me with ice cold eyes. Every part of the cave was melting. I hung back in the shadows, not knowing when the growling in my stomach would go away, or if I even wanted it to. I had come here, after all, for a spiritual awakening, but this cave in the middle of God knows where in Mexico was starting to feel like a prison.
Adam was always quiet, and today he was especially, except he was talking with his eyes. The burned into me. There was an anger I had never seen before, usually tempered by a softness, but not this time. I cleared my throat. He scowled.
I looked up at the stalagmites and watched the dripping. All of them dripping together sounded like a percussionist convention, haphazard but oddly comforting. Methodical and hypnotizing, it eclipsed my attention until he spoke.
"We are stuck here, you know," he said.
Just moments ago, I tried to move a large rock and it created a small avalanche, which created a new obstacle of stones which now blocked our exit. The fall was the height of drama. Then the rocks settled and it was quiet. Minutes seemed like days. I hid, waiting for what was next.
There was still sunlight coming in over the pile of rocks, which was encouraging. Light could get in. It gave us hope for now. I stepped out of the shadows and into the one sunbeam falling in.
"I know," I said.
