All day my anger with Vincent grows, expanding until I see red every time I look past my computer screen. The day, however, has given me time to reflect on our situation, and I've come up with a plan. I may no longer be able to escape to Florida—considering I'm pretty sure I still have a bodyguard on me when I go somewhere Vincent isn't sure about, but that doesn't mean I have to give in to his ridiculous demands.
I have self-respect and I'm finally gaining footing in this world. There's no time to give it up now. It's time to fight and carry on with my kick-ass self. After months of back and forth, I'm feeling like myself again.