RENATA WAS STILL sleeping when I slipped out this morning.
When I emerged from the shower last night, she had managed to twist her body away from me. She is clearly disgusted by me, but she is most likely more sickened with herself for thinking I was anything but a monster. She has a lot to learn.
I slept a couple of hours on the tiny couch, but there is no way that can be a permanent arrangement for the next three weeks.
Exhaustion must have finally overcome her because she didn’t stir when I dressed, made myself some coffee, and took out the trash. I decided to let her sleep because honestly, I need some time to think, which is why I’m here.
Yes, I’ve accepted the fact I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get what I want. But I know to do that, I’ll have to be creative. Renata is
