He had rules.
I discovered them gradually over the first few days at the warehouse the way you discover the rules of any place you are living in for the first time. Not because someone sits you down and explains them. But because you move through the space and find the edges of things and learn where you can go and where you cannot and what is expected and what is not negotiable.
Some of his rules were practical.
No unnecessary phone calls. No internet activity on any device connected to the warehouse network. No leaving Pell Lane alone without telling him first. No contact with anyone from my previous life until he said it was safe.
That last one was the hardest.
Not because I had a large previous life to contact. But because Trisha had been calling my phone, which was still sitting
