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I explained in detail about the inmate letter exchange website Sierra had found, and how the letter got swayed and ended up in Micah’s hands. I told her all about me being so paranoid that I moved in with Sierra, and how terrified I was about him hurting her or my family.
I finished talking about that and ended the story right before the part of me slipping from Sierra’s apartment came up.
‘‘Can we take a walk? I feel anxious just laying here.’’
Agent King nodded and helped me sit up straight. Hospital slippers were right next to my bed, and she immediately helped me put them on, before opening the door for me, and leading me through the corridor.
It was late in the night, and aside from a couple of nurses, I didn’t see anyone. Not until we took a left turn, and all I saw were police officers.
‘‘Do you want to continue?’’
I took in a deep breath.
‘‘I left Sierra’s apartment willingly. I packed a bag and just left. I thought that was the best option to keep her safe. Now I realize that I should’ve sought out help from professionals, but at the time, all I wanted was to ensure Sierra’s safety. I was at the train station when he appeared. He stalked me from the moment I left the building. I tried running away, but he caught up with me quickly. I guess it was fear, mostly, but I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in the cabin.’’
‘‘We found the bag you packed, Storm,’’ she said. ‘‘As soon as we’re done inspecting it, you can have it back. You packed his letters, too. Would you like them back?’’
‘‘Yes,’’ I responded, way too quickly. ‘‘I think over time, it will help me heal. As stupid as it sounds, I’d like to be the one to destroy them when the time comes.’’
‘‘Of course. Everyone heals in their own ways.’’
As she finished speaking, she paused. I stopped walking and turned to look at her.
‘‘One of the police officers that found the cabin and called for backup survived,’’ she announced, and my brows almost shot up in surprise, but I managed to control the expressions on my face. ‘‘He lost a lot of blood and is in a bad shape, but you can see him if you’d like?’’
It was a strange thing to ask of me.
Nonetheless, I needed to see him. I accepted her proposal, and she walked me down the hallway until we reached his room. Two police officers were guarding the door, in fear that Micah might reappear to finish his job. However, as soon as they saw Agent King, they left their position.
Before we entered the room, she stopped me, turned to look at me and spoke.
‘‘Please, try to be gentle with him. He has a breathing tube, and the most we’ve been able to keep him off of it was less than a minute. So don’t expect anything grand from him, okay? I don’t want you to end up disappointed.’’
‘‘Don’t worry.’’ I gave her a soft smile, as if to reassure her. ‘‘I just want to make sure he’s okay, and to thank him. He risked his life to find and save me, and if it hadn’t been for his bravery, I probably wouldn’t have been found. All I want is to pray he gets better.’’
What a load of bullshit.
But Agent King didn’t seem to notice the blatant lie, or if she did, she didn’t comment on it.
‘‘I’ll go grab a cup of coffee. The hospital is very secure, with our agents and police officers scattered around the premises. He will not come here and hurt you.’’
‘‘Thank you.’’ I gave her another small smile.
I waited until she was out of sight to close the door behind me.
I walked towards the man, noticing the name tag on the small table in the corner of the room.
Lewis Anderson.
His badge was on top of some items that were probably brought by his family members. I didn’t look too much, and simply walked over to his bed, watching him.
He was awake, but barely.
He was older, probably in his late fifties. His hair was mostly gray, and wrinkles underneath his eyes gave away his age. His deep, blue eyes stared at me softly. It was pity, and until right now, I hadn’t quite realized just how much I hated people pitying me.
Another thing that Micah taught me.
I felt terrible for the man and needed some information out of him. To make him more comfortable, I started fixing his pillows, helping him sit up a little. His eyes briefly closed, and he sighed. I decided to take that as a sign of gratitude.
