Control My Night by Sarah L Richhelm EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sarah L Richhelm
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I was used to people watching me, but today felt different.
Zeina’s stern ‘on-duty’ expression hovered beside my shoulder as we
carved a path around the crowd of peak-hour shoppers. I’d psyched myself
up to face the world for one hour to buy my father’s present, my
determination to achieve this most basic of goals only inhibited by the
pricking finger of unease skirting the base of my spine. Given it was the
first time I’d ventured out in public since my attack two months ago, I
should have expected to feel this way.
In fact, Zeina had told me I’d feel this way—to be kind to myself during
this ‘period of adjustment’. Strangely enough, my anxiety hadn’t listened to
my bodyguard’s platitudes. It’s great like that.
We cut through a cross-section of humanity, my heeled boots clacking
on uneven cobblestones. Upbeat, contagious music filtered down the steps
of the shopping mall beside us. A thin breeze ribboned between curved
multi-storied buildings, carrying with it the scent of warm bread and apple
pastries, and reminding me that in my eagerness to achieve normalcy, I’d
skipped breakfast. And lunch.
Normalcy should be Saturday morning shopping in Prague’s Old Town,
not suffering dark memories of a blood-soaked hotel room. Of a dead
coworker surrounded by glass I’d shattered with my screams. Those had
been my constant companions for two months, holding me back from living
my life, and dammit, today I’d move past it. I refused to dwell on that night
any longer, just as I suppressed the pressure rising beneath my sternum. It
unfurled toward the base of my throat.
I swallowed hard, as if to push down the reptilian head of the beast
trapped in my chest. Nice try, I told it, slamming the cage shut.
Instead, I indulged in the heat from the sun peeking above the pleasant
beiges, sage-greens and grays of the surrounding buildings. Beyond them
loomed the contrasting dark brick, sharp spires, and steep, sloping roofs of
the gothic Powder Gate. Taking in the mixture of textures and colors never
got old, especially in this part of the city. I’d missed it.
More to keep my hands busy than anything else, I accessed the emails
on my phone to double-check the confirmation of my order. My father’s
present gleamed in the attached photo.
“What made you go for cufflinks?” Zeina asked, observing the droves of
shoppers reveling in the last remnants of summer. She led me around the
horse and cart combo sweeping tourists through the square. “Your father
already has some, doesn’t he?”
He did. In neat rows next to his folded ties, organized in a drawer I’d
Marie Kondo-ed for him during my self-inflicted isolation. Naturally, this
sent my pulse fluttering like hummingbird wings. Nothing like a comment
from your bodyguard to revive insecurity over purchasing a redundant gift
for a man who has everything.
This was the best idea I’d come up with.
“Cufflinks are like socks. You can’t have too many. And he doesn’t have
bespoke ones from his daughter,” I replied, injecting bravado into my voice.
“These ones have diamonds, dahling.”
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