As the days pass by, and my clock counts down, my anxiety just increases. I find myself staring out the windows, wondering where my people are now. What they must think of me. I feel like I’m abandoning them. A terrible sense of shame hits me periodically as I think about how I didn’t go with them. How I responded when I met them and the resistance I felt about leading them.
I still don’t think I can do it. Other than my bloodline, they have no reason to follow me. But I want to know them. I want to meet the rest of them and understand their history and who they are. Because who they are, is a part of who I am too.
“I can talk to them.” Adrian says as we sit together after dinner, finishing a glass of wine. “It’s time we worked things out and came to agreement anyway.”
“I can’t send
