Arrival
Her arrival, perhaps, was not as smooth as she would have liked. She'd been taken in the back of a dumpy blue truck from New York to here - where was 'here' again? The Opus Dei had gotten wind of her and she'd had to go out the back-exit of her hotel. Someone had been waiting, thank goodness, from the Priory. But it had still been terrifying.
Ah. Montana. She'd never been outside of Europe until a few months ago and now she feared she would never be able to settle down. This hadn't bothered her at first.
But now that she ... knew about certain things, she was worried. Silas had disappeared a few weeks ago - she wasn't sure where. She had been upset, but she knew it was for the best. She'd cut her hair soon after that - to just below her chin. Perhaps to celebrate her 'new' lifestyle.
She rested her hand on her belly over the white-spotted shirt and furrowed her brows, pressing into the lodge with her small suitcase of belongings.
She felt rather silly about all this.
Ah. Montana. She'd never been outside of Europe until a few months ago and now she feared she would never be able to settle down. This hadn't bothered her at first.
But now that she ... knew about certain things, she was worried. Silas had disappeared a few weeks ago - she wasn't sure where. She had been upset, but she knew it was for the best. She'd cut her hair soon after that - to just below her chin. Perhaps to celebrate her 'new' lifestyle.
She rested her hand on her belly over the white-spotted shirt and furrowed her brows, pressing into the lodge with her small suitcase of belongings.
She felt rather silly about all this.