Kara's POV
This whole week has been so strange. I only know how long it's been because I've been leaving little tally marks by the bed each night.
Joe's been really weird. It's like he's a totally different person. Like he'd never hurt even just a fly in his life. He made me every meal and gave me foot rubs each night. He took me to the farmer's market, the store for clothing, we even once went to the theaters.
Joe did take me to a doctor type place, when I asked, who looked at my stomach. The doctor did an ultrasound and told me that my baby was growing okay. I cried when I heard that. My sweet, precious baby.
Unfortunately when I do go outside, there's nothing that I recognize. It's like I'm not even in England. I'd seen pictures of America and it didn't even look like that outside! I had absolutely no clue where I was. It didn't help that there was barely anyone in this town either.
Joe and I were in this condominium type place with neighbors next door. I'd never seen them but I heard them on occasion. I hated this.
I was mindlessly staring at the television when I started to cry. Joe came over and sat by me.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently.
I just cried.
"Hey hey. Shh. It's okay." He rubbed my arm.
I ripped it away from his touch.
"No it's not okay!" I yell.
Joe's face has confusion written all over it.
"What's wrong then?"
"I want to go home." I said.
Joe looked around.
"But you are home." He says, puzzled.
"No. I want to go to MY home. With my MY things. And MY bed. And my George." I cried harder as I repeated the last sentence.
I stood up and walked to the window. Where is he? I think. Why hasn't he come yet? I miss him. His touch, his eyes, his smile, his laughter, his voice - always so steady and sweet. I begin to bawl, not even bothering to keep quiet.
I don't see him but I can sense Joe's presence right behind me. I swallow my tears and turn to face him. I ball my hands into fists.
"Take me home." I insist.
