9/3/20—

Diary, I'm scared. They've been sending texts to her at night, always the same time, around midnight, saying they have a surprise for us. They haven't shown up at work for about a week, and if they keep this up, they'll be fired. Can't say I'm too worried about that right now though. I'm constantly on the edge, wondering if this will be that last time I will get to see her… or this time, or this time. I fear my sanity has gone on temporary leave. I know that sounds dramatic, diary but you can never tell someone's character until they've lost something important to them. And they certainly lost everything when she came to me. I'm worried about her and her safety more than anything, even my own. They scare me, diary. I don't know what this surprise is, but I keep contemplating what it could be to make sure we don't get hurt. I'm leaving my apartment tonight and moving. I don't have a choice, everything is so stressful right now. But I know one thing: I can't let her get hurt. I wonder if they're off the deep end now. We had a moment earlier today. She held me close early this morning, bare sunlight falling on our faces and her arms wrapped around my neck. She had her face to the side of me, but I felt a gentle heave and a single tear trail down my back.