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Yes. Thank you for saving me.
Saving you? How?
I went to work out with Iskandar this morning. The man is not human.
I laughed. It can’t be that bad.
We have been up since 3:30 a.m.
My mouth dropped open, and before I had the chance to type, that’s ridiculous, my phone began to ring. I started to panic before wondering why the hell I was panicking. Just answer the phone! I mentally yelled at myself before answering. “Hello?”
“Hi, good morning. Sorry, my arms are too heavy to keep typing,” Gale said between deep breaths.
“You have been working out for almost two hours?”
“It was not the time that was the problem. It was the intensity. I have no idea what has gotten into Iskandar. But he is still working out.”
“What? You’re right. He isn’t human. What do you call aliens in Ersovian?”
“Aliens.” He chuckled. “Never mind about him. Is anything wrong?”
“Why would anything be wrong?”
“I remember you sending me a letter explicitly explaining how you enjoy dreaming and not to wake you up. Yet now, you are up earlier than when I did. So why are you not dreaming, Odette?”
I was starting to regret that letter. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out.
“Is it about me?”
“No,” I said quickly and sighed. “I’m not dreaming because each time I do, I keep remembering my dad.”
He was quiet, and when he spoke again, his voice was much softer. “I heard he passed last year.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “He had a heart attack. Well, the doctor said it was sudden cardiac death brought on by stress.”
“I am truly sorry,” he whispered. “Is that what’s keeping you up? You are thinking of him.”
“Yes, but not about his death,” I replied, lying back onto my pillows. “I keep remembering the day he left my mom.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Sorry, this is such a depressing conversation. I don’t mean to keep complaining to you—”
“Back home, no one ever talks about their issues or pain. Everyone just goes on as if nothing has hurt them, as if they are above it all. No one is honest about how they feel. It is refreshing to know you are so honest about yourself and your life.”
“Most people dislike that about me. They think I’m doing it for attention.”
He chuckled. “Maybe they are just not ready to be honest.”
“Maybe.”
“Is your father one of the men who hurt you?”
I froze. Why did I say that to him?
“My dad was a good father.”
“I never said he wasn’t.”
