The feeling of abandonment creeps back to me and I desperately push it away, swallowing back the worry, the thoughts that pulled me to the woods where there was no one, where there was only me.
I stand from the couch, refusing to let this get to me, and ran to the bedroom to find clothes. In a haze of fabric and huffs, I raced back down the front doors, completely dressed and determined to see… determined to know.
My hands hesitate at the doorknob, staring at it for a long time. I was torn. Incredibly torn. It felt like I was about to break a direct order as I turned the knob, but the need to know Ajax fully seems to trump everything else and before I know what I’m doing, I’m already out the door.
For a split second, I worried that I didn’t know where to go. For where would I find Ajax
