Twenty-Five - NadiaI watched Meyer for a long time. Part of me was still in shock. Not just from my ordeal, which was probably to be expected. After all, I’d just been kidnapped, and before that I’d been shot at and before that I’d nearly been raped. There was no question I’d been through more in the last week than most normal people go through in their entire lives. I figured it was pretty normal to deal with some anxiety or shock or whatever over the whole thing.
But that wasn’t why I was in shock.
When I’d left Meyer, I had been terrified. Worried he was the same kind of man Ben was, exhibiting the same sort of behaviors that were indicators of abuse and control and all the things I definitely didn’t need in my life, much less a second time around. I had thought—or maybe was just will
