Chapter 72

Standards. You can love them or hate them, but you can't get rid of them. For everything we do in life, we follow a pattern. And in those days, my life had become a pattern I couldn't take anymore. Wake up, get dressed, eat, watch television. And that was it. A word or two with Scott was also part of my day, but it wasn't a pattern. He wasn't always available.

I hadn't had contact with the outside world since I'd gone to the safe house Frederich had arranged for me. The last time I spoke on the phone was with Pierre, but it had been a few days and I was going crazy in the worst sense of the word.

I had already read every book that was available in the house, had seen at least two dozen previously rented movies, and even the available series had run out. In short, I was being tortured.

- Scott! I groaned for the thousandth time.

He looked at me over his spoon during lunch.

- I need to get out of here! It's been two weeks...

“Thank you, Miss So Obvious. Scott muttered.