Grayson
After stowing her bag in the back and buckling her in, I drive towards her packhouse. Reaching over for her hand, I marvel at her touch. It’s like a balm to my soul after the last three weeks of torture. The blissful silence in my head as I am with her is amazing. To now feel the bond without that excruciating pain makes me wonder how anyone ever betrays this.
“Tell me precious, what’s in the bag?”
She hesitates “letters to my family.” I growl lowly. I had seen the huge note addressed to her dad on the outside.
“And on the white paper?”
“Dr. Sara’s phone number. So, she could find my body.” Her voice is so soft.
Find her body?!!!??!! Using that word instead of just finding her……I do not like where this is heading.
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