Chapter 17 Merrigold

He was cutting wood more often. Hunting more often. Fishing more often. I watched from afar, I was afraid. Having left that letter, I felt an odd ounce of regret. Not regret but fear as to how he would react. I was upset when I wrote that, I was quivering with anger... I was overwhelmed enough to say the bold words I let out. I could not take it back anymore. I could not, after a few minutes of contemplating my place in this house. I feared being alone with him. Faith had been right...?'At least they get to leave at the end of the day but I'm stuck here with him...'?out of instinct, I decided it was best I visit Thomas for the night. I'd sleep over.. he always made me feel safe but at times, I wondered if he could ever protect me from Austin's wickedness. I had to leave before he got back from his therapeutic hobbies that helped him from going off one's rocker.