TWENTY NINE

It's been four months since Dalton took me. I've been out in this cabin all this time. I don't know how to explain, but he hasn't tried anything with me. He doesn't yell or threaten. He is kind and loving. I'm not tied down or locked inside. I'm allowed out of the cabin and I go into the woods. I don't run or scream. I tell myself every morning when I wake up. I'm keeping people safe. He brings me anything I want or need. We have breakfast together. We have lunch together. We have dinner together. He leaves at times and still, I don't run. He is not bossy or controlling. He never tries to kiss me or touch me. I honestly don't know what his game is. I'm scared and I miss Dawson. I pray every night that he is still alive, but I'm afraid he is not.