Chapter 7

My words were a statement, and Janet nodded firmly at them. I spilled my coffee beans all over the table. To this day, I still couldn't believe that the young man who'd followed me with breakfast would be an immoral, inhumane piece of trash. How could he be? Janet held my hand worriedly. "What are you going to do, Savannah?" I looked at her dazedly and shook my head. "I don't know." I didn't know what to do. What could I do? Run? I had friends and my career here. Where could I go? I thought about the young man who'd claimed he would love me with all his heart. Would he do anything to me? Five-O seemed to sense my preoccupation when I got home. He stuffed his furry head into my palm. I smiled and petted him. "I'm glad you're here, Five-O."