Bruce
"You've been different the past few days," I wanted to say, but in truth, Michelle’s eyes had been filled with a strange mixture of fear and indifference. I hated it.
“Tell me,” I leaned back, giving her some breathing space.
The woman simply frowned. “I see that you're keeping me caged in here. You don’t want me to leave, and that’s bad. It’s bad for me, for my health.” Her voice shook slightly at the end of her statement.
“You know why I keep you indoors,” I said. “To keep you safe.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “Safe from this unknown threat? Or is it because of your excesses? Who knows what skeletons you have in your closet?”
“I don’t have skeletons,” I shook my head, finding myself leaning back toward the car where she was cornered once more. Her soft breathing
