Amelia POV
I took the first load of clothes to Dale’s trailer with his escort and he put on some pants while I looked around for a place to put it all. Together, we organized the storage spaces underneath his bench seating, which would give me enough room to store my pants and underwear.
“I’ll hang a rod up there tonight,” he said, pointing above the bench seating. “This probably isn’t going to be the most comfortable arrangement, but…”
I nodded. My throat was still thick with the tension of earlier, so when I said, “It’s fine,” it came out little more than a whisper.
He helped me move my clothes out- not all of them, just enough to get me through while the trailer was under repair, and while I felt unsafe alone. When the moving was over, he put on a kettle of water and pulled out so……
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