To say I wanted to run away from this world would be an understatement. The closer the days got to when Adan wanted me to prove to the world that I belonged to him, the worse my anxiety got. I found myself pacing the length of the room in my Master’s absence because I didn’t know what else to do.
I wanted to call Wesley and tell him everything, but he barely knew me and telling him that I was one of the enslaved families would surely make him run for the hills. He was an innocent man with his whole life ahead of him. He really didn’t need my baggage. Perhaps it was best to cut ties with him and move on with Adan, because at the end of the day it would be my Master who would be in my life and nobody else.
“You look awfully frazzled,” Adan commented upon entering his room.
I nearly shr
