It had been hard to keep my hands calm, but I'd managed.
It had also been difficult to tell that part of my past, but I had succeeded and I was happy about it. I had spent a sleepless night; I was afraid that Ashe would run away from me and because of this, I had woken up several times to check that she was still in my arms. She had taken the story well, as well as such a thing can be defined, and I didn't know what to think. I have posed many problems over the years for this story. We had lived in fear for a long time and the idea of telling someone that we were being chased by a cult of religious fanatics wasn't the best. I asked her if that scared her, but she didn't seem to care. I couldn't understand her point of view, I was scared to death that someone might hurt her.
I let Ashe sl
