Michael Three Weeks later I have reread the statement over and over again. Giving up I throw the paperwork involving my next case on top of my desk. Three weeks. It's been three weeks since I left Alaska and all I can think about is walking away from someone that needed me. Coward. Whitney has been home for over two weeks, that much I was able to get from Cobi before he went home as well. I gave myself the excuse that I was needed back here, and although my next cases are now piling on, I know I could have stayed longer. Master. She called me master. I scared her, hurt her, and all she could think of was that I was the one she needed permission from. What the hell did I do? Placing my elbows on my desk, I rub my temple with my thumbs, the pressure doing nothing to lessen the imp