Stockholm Syndrome
“Evelyn Maier looked around her one-room apartment with satisfaction. The kitchenette gleamed. Refrigerator emptied.
Trash out. Potted plants next door with Tink. Wafer, the cat, at her parents’ house. The place seemed empty without his noisy meowing, and she’d miss his warm, furry weight on her bed, but he was an old hand at this routine.
Her well-worn backpack sat propped next to the door, bedroll and padded jacket strapped to the top, plane tickets and passport in the hidden zip pouch at the ...back. Excitement and anticipation surged sweetly through her veins.
Just one thing left to do. She frowned at the stack of assignments next to her laptop on the plastic table that doubled as her desk.
Grading the two hundred research essays on stress-induced psychological disorders had taken much longer than she’d expected, and she’d only finished that afternoon, resulting in some considerable stress of her own.
Now she had to return them to Professor Waverly’s office.
She’d put off the short walk to campus because it had been raining—a drenching spring thunderstorm that she knew would clear up just as quickly as it had begun.MoreLess
Trash out. Potted plants next door with Tink. Wafer, the cat, at her parents’ house. The place seemed empty without his noisy meowing, and she’d miss his warm, furry weight on her bed, but he was an old hand at this routine.
Her well-worn backpack sat propped next to the door, bedroll and padded jacket strapped to the top, plane tickets and passport in the hidden zip pouch at the ...back. Excitement and anticipation surged sweetly through her veins.
Just one thing left to do. She frowned at the stack of assignments next to her laptop on the plastic table that doubled as her desk.
Grading the two hundred research essays on stress-induced psychological disorders had taken much longer than she’d expected, and she’d only finished that afternoon, resulting in some considerable stress of her own.
Now she had to return them to Professor Waverly’s office.
She’d put off the short walk to campus because it had been raining—a drenching spring thunderstorm that she knew would clear up just as quickly as it had begun.MoreLess
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