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For some reason, it feels weird sleeping next to Jess, so I decide to bed down on the padded seats in the dining area and let her take the bedroom. I feel safer, actually, in full view of the front door and knowing that I’m near the kitchen – and its knives. It’s strangely comfortable; probably more comfortable than the bed itself, and it gives me the space and solitude I need to be able to get my head around everything.
I feel for Jess. Just knowing a little more about her past has allowed me to connect with her on an emotional level I’d never expected or intended. I’ve been there myself – without a proper home, without a proper identity. I’m not quite sure which of us is looking out for the other. Until now it’s been her guiding me and keeping us out of harm’s way, but I feel the ne
