Fifty-One

The next morning Dorian went off to work, leaving me with Darius. I told them I didn’t need a babysitter, but they ignored me. I could tell they didn’t trust me. I had no intentions of running again after what happened the last time. Sitting on the couch, Darius came over handing me a hot cup of coffee.

“What’s the plan today then?” I asked hoping he would have some idea of what we could do that