I walked down a narrow pathway that led towards the lower docks and I could feel my heart beating up in my throat, but in a way I felt calm and with a clear plan in mind.
Oliver wrote that he would be waiting for me by a boat named Katherine... cool he is going to try to drown me again? How uncreative of him. His further instructions were to get onto the boat and wait for him inside.
Walking down here now, I knew that I should probably be scared, if not for my husband but for any other low life that found his hunting ground down here. But truth to be told, I was tired of being scared. I was so tired in general and at this point no longer cared about all this drama. After a few moments of walking even my heart beat settled and I was moving in this dissociative state, that even if someone
