I always felt sick, maybe because I was constantly anxious ever since Axel brought me home. But this sickness was different. It came from my fear of losing things and the pain that came with it. Holding the plaid blanket tightly, I thought about the war and how our chances of success were getting smaller.
I sat by the pond in Axel's garden under the leafless willow tree, captivated by a new world. I forgot where I came from and the possibility of going back. The freedom to write, speak, ask questions, eat when I wanted, dress how I liked, and be more than an arm's length from a man - these were precious gifts that I would never take for granted.
And then there was Axel.
The best thing that ever happened to me. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces. I didn't understand mu
