Iris
It’s been four and a half months since I’ve let Tristan move in. It’s honestly been the best decision I’ve made since I moved back to Carrefour. I hated being confined to my house since Daniel was still roaming about, but with Tristan, the dogs, and the mostly recovered cat to keep me busy, I haven’t really noticed. Tristan was one more person than I had to talk to during the whole seven months that I had been on the run, so I was more than content. Especially since we did a lot more than talking. We had moved to a more serious phase in our relationship. We were officially dating, exclusively. And it wasn’t necessarily going unnoticed by Tristan’s local fan club. I can’t tell you how many calls Tristan’s received, “worried about his wellbeing.” Ugh. Gag me.
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