Chapter 11: Lesson learned

              My arms ache from carrying heavy grocery bags up the stairs. I groan loudly at the weight of the bags weighing me down. Unfortunately, the elevator is getting a maintenance check before Sahara gets here.

              After what happened this morning with Azazel, I made the decision to write it off as a lesson learned. If I've learned anything from my mother’s experience with John Dawson, it's not to let a man have complete power over you. She did, and look where she is now. He marries young, rich women and keeps my mother as his maid. That's not the kind of life I want for myself.

              Bree meets me at the door and reaches for a few bags. “Holy cow. How much food did you buy?” She asks sardonically as she lays it on the kitchen counter.