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She paced around the island counting, listening to the low susurrus of voices in the hall his voice, stable and measured and. Christiana's, flailing against the bank of books and the dim bulbs and the bile rising unnamely through her throat and she told herself, not very convincingly, that it was right to go, she had to go, to trust him, and sometimes trusting must entail retreat from rooms where you want to remain. Twenty three minutes away Christiana departed. He entered the kitchen. He stood on the other side of the island, looking over at her. His face was that of a man who has completed a hard task and understands that another hard task awaits him.

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

I pressed it against my chest for a moment and then stood up. That was all I needed. Not my clothes. Not my makeup. Not even my phone. Just the truth, whatever was in this book, and a chance to breathe somewhere else for a while. I stepped out of the room and into the hall, the door shutting softly behind me. My feet were steady this time, not frantic like earlier, and as I reached the wide steps that led back outside, I saw him. Christian was still there. He leaned against the sleek black SUV like he owned the fucking world, arms still crossed over his chest, one foot sti propped against the bumper. His eyes landed on me instantly, and a wide, cocky grin bloomed on his face.