The sun feels great on my skin. The smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of activity around me is music to my ears. For last two weeks I am brought outside to enjoy the mornings until is time for lunch.
He hasn’t made any more appearances, only at night while he thinks I’m sleeping. He comes in goes into his closet, using the flashlight of his phone he rummages through his clothes and then disappears. Is like he’s avoiding me while I’m having silly thoughts he’s outside, probably hooking up with other women while I sleep on his bed or pretend to.
“Ready to go in Ms. Kennedy?”
“Not really.” I pout instantly. This is the worst part, the agreement was that I was allowed to be outside for a couple of hours as long as I didn’t make any fuss when time was up.