My breath shakes when Caleb's car halts outside my apartment building, and when I step out of the car. I don't know if it was because winter was around the corner, or because of the place I was in. The place that was supposed to be my home, and felt nothing like it.
I wanted to make a home here, in this place, this city, without knowing how much it could take from me. Just like California did.
I gulped, trying to convince myself that the goosebumps on my skin under the cardigan I was wearing was because of the extreme cold, or because I was stepping outside in fresh air after days of being imprisoned in Caleb's beautiful house, and not because I felt the fear of what had happened.
It was natural to feel scared after being attacked. And yet, I was so neutral to most emotions, that fear
