12
THE STRANGE PAIN
CLAUDIA
After my long day with John, and leaving Michael downstairs, having asked him questions about leaving, I stood in the darkness of my bedroom, my back to the door. I was afraid of the dark. But I knew I would no longer have to be once John and I were together. He would always be there.
Nearing the side of the bed, I switched on the lamp, then looked towards the window. It was closed. That’s how it would remain. I had better thoughts about that window now after seeing John perched on that tree branch, but still ...
A flash of something startled me and I hurried to push it far from my mind. Before I’d been in love with the idea Quentin had implanted in me—the thought of drifting into his world—but now I had John, and nothing else mattered.
Soon, I would be in
