Time heals all wounds. Not for her though. Years had passed, but she could still smell his breathe, hear his anger and feel his hate.
Time had healed nothing. In fact, time had only been lost to her. Time had only made her more afraid and allowed her captor to be freed for good behavior. The courts considered him healed, but she knew. She knew he was coming. Coming for her. He promised to return…for her.
She controlled her limited time now. He would never hurt her again. Never. She just needed the perfect place: peaceful, quiet, in the water…
Boat photo – © Jennifer Pendergast