Spencer
Blythe doesn't leave her room for the whole day, not even for dinner.
I can't imagine she spent every second of every minute of every hour reading her novel. I know she will have to come out eventually. I expected to see her at least once before I left but my expectations were held in vain. My journey with Lawrence begins in silence, a refusal on both sides to speak or turn the radio on.
I stare out the window, gun in my lap. It's going to be a long shift and my mind won't stop wandering back to how Blythe is for the first time officially alone with Terrence overnight. It makes me nervous to think what might happen between them. Her wrists are evidence that I hope he doesn't tamper with. It doesn't scare me knowing what he could do to me but it does scare me knowing what he co
