Clara
Dorian had left on business. I understood that a man like him would always be pulled in a dozen directions and couldn’t spend all his time with me, but the heaviness inside my chest would not go away.
The day passed quickly. After lunch I met with Julie. I wasn’t even surprised when I noticed Sam shadowing me. Dorian had surely set him to watch over me.
My love, how am I supposed to feel about Sam following me everywhere? Don’t you trust me?
The reply came immediately.
I trust you more than I trust myself. This isn’t about you—it’s about keeping you safe. Think of it as security.
Do I have something to be afraid of? I asked.
No. Not as long as Sam is with you. Consider him my eyes and ears. If you need anything—anything at all—tell him.
When are you coming back? I miss you.
