I am afraid. So very, very afraid.

  One day, two. A week, two. Christian didn't appear. Without him the money in my guitar case was pitiful and my stomach was a yawning pit.

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  I had grown dependent on him.

  Not just to fill my stomach. Without him the emptiness spread from my stomach through my chest. For the first time since I ran away I was so alone and so afraid.