When I turn away from the open door, Benny is waiting. He"s leaned against the brick wall of the firehouse. "Need some air?"
"I need to walk." I flinch at the harshness of my tone, but I know there"s nothing that can be done for it. I can"t believe the guys would act that way, especially when I"ve done nothing wrong. For a second, I feel as if my cat is still in control and I"m running away. But she isn"t. She"s gone, and as much as I want her back, wishful thinking isn"t going to do that.
I ignore Benny. I don"t need another man complicating my life,. I manage that enough on my own. "
I cross the street and head on the same path we took the last time I was allowed to leave the house. Within seconds, I realize he"s right behind me.
"What are you doing?" I demand, taking out my anger on
