It had been a month and I couldn't focus on anything but the irrational fear that Christian would appear anywhere I went. It wasn't like I wanted to think about him or the fact that he would come for me, but a part of me couldn't let it go.
I paced my apartment, unable to focus on my blog entry as I chewed on my thumbnail. Would he find me fast or slowly? Was he trying to make me wait until the moment I no longer was worried before he'd pop up and nab me? What was going through his thick head? I honestly didn't know and a part of me didn't think I ever would.
I had been a bit sad when I had gotten my period, hoping for a baby to share with Thaniel. But he had been right, it wasn't the right time. This wasn't a time for children, and we weren't remotely ready for it. But that didn't mean
