I feel safe so long as Dave is around. He was right to be suspicious. Someone was definitely hanging around this morning and I'm sure that my window latch was tampered with somehow.<br/><br/>Sitting on the sofa my mind fills with ideas. Suppose he's got in. Suppose he's been looking through my things, touching them, wearing them even. Lying on my bed. Has he smelt me on my sheets or my dirty clothes?<br/><br/>Dave seems calm, but he must be on edge to, not knowing what might happen at any moment. I've put all burden of keeping me safe on him, at least as best I can. All I've got left is the worry; he can't take that on.<br/><br/>'Dave,' I say, 'I know this isn't easy for you, but I want you to sleep with me tonight. Just in case. Please.'