I will be turning twenty this month. Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. I tried for years to forget that day, but I never could. I never believed I needed a man to make me happy or feel whole, but this bond kept me connected to him. From time to time, I would feel what he was feeling. Mostly he was angry. Rarely did I feel joy in his heart. There were times I wished I couldn’t feel anything. So, when I learned how to remove the bond, I thought I would be happy. That was about a year ago. Many times I sat in front of the mirror ready to reject Alejandro. I supposed I was too weak to go through with it. In turn, I knew he hadn’t rejected me either.
“Ms. Sawyer, Mr. Larson is here to see you.” The loudspeaker on my phone startled me. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. It had be
