Chapter Five
For two weeks I wait. Assuming that the stranger’s midnight call is a ploy to unsettle me, I attempt to live my life calmly until he resurfaces again. But I’m looking constantly—around every corner, down each street I walk, in all the shady haunts where a madman could hide until he pounces on his unsuspecting prey—waiting to find him ready to abscond with me into his world.
I give little thought to Robby, even though we f**k like s*x-hungry adolescents when we’re together. Unlike the weekend filled with love, the next with him is more subdued, silently rendered—poised and polite, almost sunny by day. But we say little when we’re in bed. I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk about Chelsea and the revelation I made over the phone. He held his breath all weekend wondering if
