Leah’s will had been sapped, drained away. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to fight anymore. She was trembling as she dressed, feeling distracted, fairly oblivious to what she was putting on, then slipping her feet into neat shoes and not even remembering to lock up as she left her apartment. Her mind was empty as she drove to Morales’ house, but her stomach began to churn nervously as she got closer. By the time she pulled to the curb outside his foreboding place her chest was tight and she felt nauseous. She braced herself as she stared up at the house. It looked sinister in the shadows cast by the tall trees around it. Was Morales in, waiting for her? Or had she simply gone mad? She got out of the car and approached the front door with a feeling of dread conflicting with anxious anticipation. She needed to find out what was happening to her, what Morales was up to. What was happening to her was virtually impossible to comprehend, so she had to try and find out what tricks Morales was playing on her, and why.
