Chapter Nine
Leaning heavily on the hand-carved cane that Theron had given her nearly a week ago, Leah slowly limped around the first floor from room to room. Her strength was progressing quickly, though Theron probably had no idea about her great improvement as he was never home anymore. Since they had made their pact out on the patio last Friday, she hadn't seen him much, except for in the mornings when he brought her downstairs.
Nowadays she bathed alone, swam alone, exercised on the rowing machine alone. Ate, slept, talked, spent her days and nights ... alone.
Where before Theron had come into her room each night to share in his brand of intimacy, now he stayed away, and she wondered why. Where was he now? The question plagued her. She hadn't heard his car pull out of the driveway—a
