I’m beginning to trust my life. Maybe Bailey was right, I didn’t need to rush into anything after coming home. I’ve cried too many nights for him to be sure of me. I’ve slept in his arms and come up from a sound sleep, madly fighting to be free of whatever phantom monster lurks inside my dream. This undoubtedly rattles Bailey. Thankfully, he takes my mild hysteria and the nightmares in stride, remaining even-tempered, waiting for the knots that bind my insides to loosen. I feel them falling away. My step is lighter. I can breathe now.
I have two armloads of groceries to bring home, and six blocks to manage them. I shouldn’t have bought so much. From the moment I leave the store, I have premonitions. Something evil lurks in the shadows. I toss my fear aside and walk forward, though I expe
