Waiting until she was sure he was gone. Then, bracing her shoulders, she opened the door again, needing to fill the small apartment with fresh air.Needing to feel that fresh air on her skin.Her eyes swept up and down the path that led to her garden apartment.There was no one else around.He’d brought the restlessness back, this man with his gray-blue eyes and his photo album. She could feel her adrenaline warming, coursing through her veins.It made her want to cry.She’d finally, finally reconciled with the dark hole that was at the center of her life. Finally reconciled with not ever knowing.It was as if she’d been born fifteen years ago. Born wandering a road, her hair wet, her clothes damp and clinging to her body. Her mind had been a blank, her body filled with pain.She’d long since given up trying to remember, other than thinking someone had to be after her. Someone who would hurt her if he ever found her.Why else had there been so many bruises on her body? Why else had there been such a bleeding gash on her forehead?And why else had there been such a feeling of terror inside of her, terror before her mind ever came into its hazy focus?So she’d hidden herself.
