“I might go out later on. I’ll see how I’m feeling.” I said, though anxiety about being out in public lingered.
“Alright. Sounds good.” He said.
After Landon left for work, he called to me from the living room. I came in, and he held a bag.
“It was on the step.” Landon said.
“It’s mine. He must have brought it back last night. Or got someone to deliver it.” i said, taking the bag and I started looking through it.
Inside were clothes, toiletries, and everything I needed to feel at home. I was grateful—I’d been desperate for a shower and lacked clean clothes. Relief washed over me at the sight of something familiar.
When I walked out of the packhouse after I confronted Axel, I didn’t go back.
So Landon left for work and I went straight for a shower and washed my hair. I got dressed in
