Fraya
I wake up before dawn, immediately starting with a series of stretches before again working on getting blood pumping through my legs. I go through the exercises, all the while thinking about Donahue. He didn’t really do anything wrong yesterday, only stated facts. He reminded me why I needed to keep myself in check, but that doesn’t mean I need to like him, or be alright with him having a room connected to my daughter’s. Something about him puts me on edge and it is more than the fact that he will punish my daughter if I step out of line. I could feel him yesterday, feel the distance between us, knew of every breath he took, could feel his eyes burning into me more than I could feel any of the guards eyes on me. I wonder if it was just because he was so close to my daughter or becau
