Out of the Shadows

When he asked if she got a good look at them, she faltered some, trying to gasp at words, but instead, she just looked rather out of place, and frustrated that, as she was slowly realizing, the agoraphobia had gotten the better of her again. She had been good though, it had been a good day, she had gotten out of the house on her own, had gone to the market, but too many similarities with that day, the day the LaRue's had murdered the entire house hold, and she had been away at market with one of the assistant chefs to get the weekly food pick up.

It was a wonder that Luce had never suspected her of being in on it, being one of the only survivors. No, no I didn't. I.. I might have been mistaken.

Now she felt well and truly foolish as he welcomed her inside, and she nodded at allowing him to escort her home. I'm so sorry Vincent, I think this was just another instance of my imagination running off with me. Her face nearly matched her hair now as she let herself be coddled a bit. It did feel nice to be the one being taken care of every now and then.