DANTE

She Sleeps like a baby. That must be the drugs working. After we came home, I called a doctor to assess her. She had been drugged; he said. Nothing lethal, but she was going to need to sleep it off. Even though I couldn’t talk to her at the moment, the thought of leaving her alone was anathema. She is back again by my side. There’s no way I’m going to let her go. She had gone through so much and partly it was because of me. Mostly because of me. Would her father have been gung-ho to find her if he didn’t know she was with me? Would...