As soon as I thought that my life at Navaronne had settled into some kind of pattern, everything went up into the air. Once again I was walking on pins and needles, without a plan and uncertain of my allies, a whole new range of emotions tumbling inside my chest.
I should pause here and before we go any further, I need to confess something. My husband doesnt even know this. Judging from his last entry, no one even suspected anything
Reader, I am a cunning actress
or at least, I was. Doesnt it strike you as odd how quickly I went from a scared captive to a willing student? Didnt the speed with which I changed my manner with him seem strange? I was a better pretender than I thought.
I loathed him. Absolutely and utterly. The thought of him touching me, of being near me was revolting. Though I went to my lessons with a smile