Chapter 47

• Pieces Of The Puzzle
• Clover This was such a bad call. Going to the self-defense class seemed like a good idea—until I ended up here. I don’t know what to do. I want to offer comfort. I want to offer him the same hug he gave me last week.
• But that’s . . . not appropriate. I probably shouldn’t have accepted his affection last time. But I was shaken and emotional, and the connection we seemed to share made it hard to say no—and is likely a big part of the reason I’m sitting here.