“Remind me again why we gave in so easily and came here?” Greta is still sulking as I unpack my case into the empty closet of the apartment Jyeon organised for us. Tired after our trip and not up to another argument over this. It’s all we’ve done since they showed up two days ago. She’s mad at me for falling into his trap and doesn’t understand how little choice we had.
“Because this way it’s still my choice, in my control. I can call the shots and make demands. He’s playing nice and looking to keep me sweet, so I don’t make waves in his perfectly constructed life. He would probably have kidnapped me and locked me in a psyche ward if we fought. Treating me for non-existent amnesia.” I point out and push past her to start pulling open empty drawers.
We went over this. That resistance is futile, and I have to be careful about the method
