Chapter 7: My Heart Is So AfraidSurprisingly, no one said anything about the debacle with Eriksen. There were no sly gazes or smug laughter, no denigrating insinuations.
Nevertheless, when Sergeant Eriksen appeared in the mess hall, I would dispose of my plates, even if I hadn’t finished my meal, and walk out.
The flowers continued to show up in my rooms, but I tossed them in the trash as soon as I saw them.
I stopped going to vid night and couldn’t read the e-books I had downloaded to my notebook, since it was in Sergeant Eriksen’s quarters and he hadn’t returned it. I had to rely on the journals on my work laptop, but they didn’t make for light reading and weren’t exactly distracting.
There were no more walks on the beach, and all knocks on my door went unanswered.
And I stopped tal
