AISLYN I wait there wordlessly, still bowing my head in fear. Too terrified to look up and face the one in whose hands my life lies.

I'm so sure I heard retreating footsteps, or did I hear wrongly? I question myself.

“Why come here if you don't have the balls to face what comes with getting caught?” I hear him say.

Now some of the initial fear I had dies down I realize the voice sounds oddly familiar.

Still going over who the voice belongs to in my head. I see big sturdy boots moving ...