I gave him a nasty fake smile.
“Now, remember...if you need me, you know where to find me.” He kissed me lightly on the forehead.
“Edward, why is it that you trust me now? How do you know I won’t run?”
He smiled and I heard his voice in my head, clearer than ever: Where could you possibly go?
*
It was unseasonably warm then, even for summer. The sun was spending less time than usual hiding behind England’s infamous grey veil. I wore a thin sweater anyway, to conceal the track marks. They were healing now but anyone with any knowledge of drug addiction, such as a member of the police department, would have no doubt as to the cause of the myriad scars and bruises. It took incredible restraint to stop the constant habit of rubbing my arms and face as well, but at least the convulsions ha
