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nightmares of his sudden and impromptu return.
    She looks at me sympathetically as I pull my hand away quickly, holding the clean clothes to my chest. “It’s not a problem sweetheart. It’s going to be okay now dear; you’re going to be fine. When you’re dressed if you come to the kitchen, I’ll fix you up a quick something to eat. You must be starving.” The lady is sweet, kind and so very welcoming.
    “That would be nice.” With that I turn my back on her and re-enter the enormous bathroom, locking the door behind me.
    Relaxing against the door I take a few breaths in and out. I think over the words the gentle older lady had said. ‘It’s going to be okay now dear; you’re going to be fine’ how could she be so sure? Tonight maybe yes, tonight would be fine I would be safe, but what happens when tomorrow comes and I’m back where I started and my life continues as usual. Then I wouldn’t be fine. I’d be trapped in this never ending descent into hell that my life now was.
    Once dressed and feeling rather comfy in the sweat pants and hoodie, I exit the bathroom and then the office and go in search of the kitchen.
    I wander aimlessly for at least ten minutes, trying to find it. You’d think in a restaurant and a real nice one at that, it would be a pretty easy thing to see. “Aha!” I finally find the huge culinary heaven, the heat from inside escaping into the hallways, warming the air.
    “Ahhh there you are sweetheart, I thought you’d gotten lost.” The kind voice of the woman I had seen earlier fills the room; she walks over to me and starts fussing me. Tucking my fallen tendrils behind my ears and then brushing the bruise that had appeared on my cheek. My body becomes ridged, tense with fright. I want to kick myself upside the head for reacting in such a way to someone who clearly wasn’t going to hurt me.
    When she notices my nervousness, she backs off a little, smiling sweetly at me. “I’ve cooked up some soup and a little pasta with sauce.” My stomach started rumbling at the thought of food. I absentmindedly licked my lips.
    The lady placed a bowl of delicious looking liquid in front of me. Tiny pieces of vegetables and shredded chicken floating around within the goo.
    “Hmm this smells delicious. Thank you very much ma’am.” I don’t know her name so ma’am was all I could think of to call her.
    “Call me Heidi. And it’s no trouble at all; our head chef Thomas put it together. You enjoy. If you want some pasta just help yourself. There’s also some ice cream in the freezer if you would like some.”
    Ice cream? I haven’t had ice cream since living with Lisa. Every time I had period pains or was feeling a little moody, she would come to my room with a tub of Ben ‘n’ Jerry’s and two spoons and would sit and chat with me until I felt a hundred times better, even if that had taken all night. She really was the closest and best thing I had to mother. Even her overprotectiveness I missed now. At least she cared.
    “I’ve just got to go and talk to Leighton; you enjoy your food sweetie. I’ll see you later.” She goes to brush my cheek once more before leaving, but retreats, acknowledging the expression my face was clearly portraying. She turns and leaves the room, me now alone in the kitchen.
    I devour the whole bowl of soup, slurping like a hog at a watering hole. I move onto a bowl half filled with pasta. I’ve never eaten so much in my life. I feel like my tiny stomach is about to explode. I couldn’t manage ice cream, no matter how much I want to force myself to eat some it is just near impossible with the restriction of my shrunken stomach.
    I ponder the kitchen, staring at the clock, then the door and then the floor for twenty minutes wondering what is going to happen now, sort of dreading that I would be chucked back out into the street.
    “You look much better.” Leighton startles me, coming to sit opposite me at the island in the kitchen, another man following