JELENA
I can also sense the quiet presence of my guards following a respectful distance behind us.
The awareness is still strange and every time I remember they are there because of me, a tiny wave of panic threatens to creep in. My instincts still tell me to look over my shoulder, to wonder if they are following to keep an eye on me rather than protect me.
I'm not used to this and I don't know when I will be but instead of dwelling on it, I focus on the path ahead.
We step out into the gardens I had only managed to admire through the bedroom window last night while I waited for my new husband while he was busy f*****g another woman.
The memory leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
Morning sunlight pours over the neatly trimmed hedges, flowers blooming in every direction. Stone pathways w
