Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Questions
Becky
My dearest Remi,
I made it. I’m here. In Ashford House.
I didn’t even have to break in. He brought me.
Now he’s asleep next to me. No, not like that. On the floor. I keep staring at him like some kind of creep, even though I told myself I wouldn’t.
He’s different when he sleeps.
Younger. Softer.
Less like someone who could hurt me and more like someone I could understand if I tried.
I’ve spent months trying to get close to him. Now I am, and I don’t know what to do with it. What to say. I thought once I got here, I’d have answers. Instead, I have more questions than I started with.
Why he brought me here, took care of me. I don’t think he does anything without a reason.
I keep thinking about you. About how you’d tell me to be careful. To let it go. You always knew when to stop.
I can’t.
Things that used to scare me don’t anymore.
Being here. With him.
It feels right.
Love always,
Becky
P.S. Don’t worry. I’ll flush this down the toilet now. I had to tell you. I always do.