Kory
What the fuc.k have I done?
The look on her face. Fuc.k, I'll never get that image out of my head as long as I live. This isn't me. I don't do these kinds of things.
Kidnapping her?
Demanding she stay here?
Telling her what to wear?
What kind of monster have I turned into?
I laid out sweatpants and a T-shirt for Aimee to wear while I waited for her to come and eat dinner. I've made pasta and sauce. I'm no cook. I'd probably poison myself if I tried to cook an actual meal.
I set out the plates and cutlery, glasses for the wine, and even damn napkins so it looks nice for Aimee. I pour the wine just as she walks through the kitchen door. She's done exactly what I told her to do: showered and dressed in the clothes I put out for her.
I don't want to treat her like I own her.
