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Olivia rebuked herself: How much longer will I let fear decide for me? What more must he do before I grant him even the smallest measure of trust? For three months on this god-forsaken island, fourteen centuries in the past, he could have undone that flimsy shed hook latch and entered while I slept. Yet each day he shows me respect. He leaves meals at my door and disappears whenever I step beyond the shed. Still, I tremble when I remember the news stories about the monster he was.
Today! Today, I must break my fear, confront him, and turn isolation into at least some limited cooperation, if not more. There will be no one else here, ever.
Olivia rebuked herself: How much longer will I let fear decide for me? What more must he do before I grant him even the smallest measure of trust? For three months on this god-forsaken island, fourteen centuries in the past, he could have undone that flimsy shed hook latch and entered while I slept. Yet each day he shows me respect. He leaves meals at my door and disappears whenever I step beyond the shed. Still, I tremble when I remember the news stories about the monster he was.
Today! Today, I must break my fear, confront him, and turn isolation into at least some limited cooperation, if not more. There will be no one else here, ever.