A Bodyguard For The Misogynist
Today had to be perfect, or at least as close to perfect as I could manage.
I swung my legs off the bed and took a steadying breath. Today, I would be Anna, the professional bodyguard, competent, strong, unshakable. No trace of my past, no sign of weakness. Today, my identity, my daughter, and the desperate life I was fighting to protect depended on my ability to perform flawlessly.