Why did I have to let Andre in? These thoughts ran through my mind as I sat in the taxi heading to the airport. My body felt weary and my heart hurt. The sadness tugged at the corners of my eyes and mouth, pulling them down. Once I left Cecilia’s, I’d called a taxi and booked a flight back to the Isle of Man through my phone. I couldn’t go back to Andre. Not now after what I learned. I’d tried so hard my entire life to keep people at arm’s length, and when I finally let someone in, he ended up being a prime suspect in my attacks. Just my luck. The sadness and betrayal welled up in me, and I let myself cry, not caring that the taxi driver could hear my sobs. How had I not considered it before now? Every time I’d been attacked he’d just left my presence. In retrospect it now seemed obviously coordinated. Pulling myself together, I leaned my head against the window, letting my breath fog up the glass.
