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After regaining my composure and sitting with Julia for some time, I decided to break the silence that had formed between us. "So I suppose you are wondering how it is that I came to acquire these bruises?" I asked Julia, she looked at me and gently nodded her head, it was comforting to know I had such a wonderful woman in my life to confide in. "As you know for a short while now I have been getting to know Leslie Garland. It began well, it was fun, he intrigued me. But then..." I began to shake, my nerves were building up inside of me as my breathing became shallow. At the same time Julia still looked at me with soft, caring eyes. I took a deep breath and carried on. "I received a letter, with his watermark on the envelope, I expected this to be an invitation to dinner or an evening of some sort but it read one word. George." As I said this to Julia my mind became scattered, I came to the realisation of how mistreated he had been. "George" I said under my breath whilst bowing my head. "Please, do continue Emily." Julia encouraged me to go on. "I tried to protect him, I really did but Leslie...he did not approve." Again my fear began to take control of me, I was paralysed.
We continued to talk and Julia reassured me that nothing would leave this room. I placed my full trust in her. We both stood, unaware of how much time had passed since she had arrived Julia asked me "Would you like me to accompany you home?" I accepted her offer, I couldn't afford to be alone at this time. I was lost. We began to walk out of the morgue with linked arms, I turned out the lights and continued. About two blocks from my house Julia came back to the subject matter we had been discussing earlier in the evening. "I've just realised," she said "I never actually looked at your head wound." I raised my hand signalling to her not to worry, I was sure I could handle myself for at least one night. "How did you come by it?" I stopped in my tracks as Julia continued, she looked back at me and I caught up to her. She raised my wrist and clasped my palms, something that would usually cause pain to surge through my body but somehow made me feel at ease. "In the morgue, Leslie approached me. My worst nightmare approached me." I know knew that my nightmares were about to start getting a lot worse.