As expected, walking out of the elevator and moving toward the exit, I spot Alicia sitting there with a magazine in her hand, at that very same time, she lifts her head from the magazine and our eyes meet.
And I must confess, deep down, I feel a pull at my heart. And I know what it is. It's that familiar fear I always get when Alicia sees me with something of mine. The fear that sheep will take it from me.
For a moment, that instinct to run and hide what belongs to me fills me. To think I was being so brave just a moment ago. Just one look at her is enough to make my bravery crumble.
But then I feel his hold on my hand change. Instead of just pressing our palms together, he interlocks our fingers. His hold is firm and reassuring.
I turn my gaze away from her, "Let's go." I say with a smile at Duke.
