George
“Replacing the door wasn’t enough,” I said, pacing the length of the room. “She should have a security detail. You and I should see to it, personally.”
“Hey!” Gillian poked her head out of the closet. ”This was your idea, remember? I was the one who wanted to convince her to stay here.”
I rubbed at my eyes. Three days away from our mate, and I already felt like I was going crazy. I had gone back the first night to replace her particle board door with a sturdy and appropriate fire-rated oak door. And just for good measure I had added a deadbolt and a chain lock on the inside. I had hung around, staying out of sight, just to make sure she was able to get into her apartment safely.
She shuffled in just before midnight, looking much as she had when we first found her.
