Mallory
Leon is gone. I still have a hard time believing it. I am expecting to see him walk through the door at any moment announcing that it was just a test to make sure I did not plan to run away from him. I have butterflies in my stomach. I do not even dare to get out of my room for fear of discovering the magnitude of the hoax. It is been night for a long time, and I stay there, lying on my side, looking at the stars through the bars of my window. This house really looks like a prison. It took me a while to realize that Leon never received visitors. Not a single one in 178 days. I have heard him talk and laugh in his office. I guess he has friends. Yet none have ever shown up unexpectedly for dinner or a drink, giving me the opportunity to make my presence known. I ended up getting u
