I sat at the table with my head in my hands and breathed deeply to calm myself down.
I was fighting with myself, trying to convince myself that I was being paranoid and that everything was going to be OK after tonight.
I knew that Blake was still in the kitchen trying to sort out whatever food he was making for us, and that he was still struggling but that he was going to insist he didn’t need any help.
At least this gave me a chance to sit down and collect myself without him trying to help.
I decided that I should get out a pen and paper and write down a rough plan for tomorrow because thinking logically about the best course of action was the most productive thing I could imagine doing right now.
I started to chew on the inside of my lip and I listed the most likely candidates I co
