20. Bound by Pressure
Norman
I had already changed to the clothes Salt had given me: a simple black dress that went up to my knees and had shiny pearls on the bodice and black flat shoes and a small leather jacket that fit me as if it had been tailored with me in the mind of the tailor. They didn't look expensive but they fit me very well and were smelling very nice.
I didn't know what to do if they truly forced me to go to that place that I didn't know. Yes, I have been peaceful the past several days and they treated me well and for the first time in years I could feel that my bones were healing well but they didn't have the right to force me to leave with them.
The sterile smell of antiseptic stung my nose as I stared at the contract again. The document had been sitting on the small
