But the lack of security makes me think he genuinely believes I will stay here of my own will, that I will somehow buy his twisted view of protection and just kick my feet up and relax. So I wait until the moon is high in the sky and the apartment is silent. I hold my breath as I turn the bedroom doorknob painfully slowly. Cracking open the door, I pause and listen. No men with guns jumping out of the shadows. No alarm blaring. Not a sound.
