Abi had not slept well, until she lit up some of the pot (on the balcony in the cool night's air) which relaxed her and enabled her to sleep fitfully. Her active mind had the events of the afternoon on replay. Over and over again she went over the argument at the station. Sometimes she wold see a glimmer of hope, at others she would feel hopeless. She finally work up right around 5:30 in the morning and could not get back to sleep, so she got dressed and took a walk around the woodsy grounds of the guest house. She seemed to be alone, although there were a couple cars parked out front. She walked down by the lake. She would have like to have done one of her rituals. It would have helped clear her mind, but she didn't dare light a fire on these grounds or dance naked. So she had to content herself with a couple hymns to the goddess and an offering - a libation of a little red wine she had brought from home for the occasion. Afterwards she sat on the ground and cried softly as she watched the mist begin to dissipate from over the lake.<br/><br/>She received a text from Robin. She was surprised because they had a deal that they would not text each other. It was too easy to find these texts. She immediately deleted the text and called Robin on her cell phone.  What she was told frightened her. Xavier had driven Robin to Wichita!!! "He is spying, even though he promised he wouldn't. I don't trust him. It wasn't an accident he found you at the bus stop. He went there looking for you." She told Robin to actually do some shopping and she would call later to arrange a pick up. "Look, and don't text me! Call next time!" Robin didn't seem too happy with this but Abi was shaking when the call was over.<br/><br/>"What would he do if he caught us?" She wondered. Maybe while all this mess with Xavier is going on she should just tell Robin that they need to put all this on pause. "Would he be violent?" She asked herself out loud. While her husband could be scary and menacing, he had actually never touched her. He yelled at her. There were times she felt threatened, but he had never touched her and he had never touched the kids - even when they were little. Not only that but Xavier was one officer who had never fired his gun in the course of his duties. He had developed a reputation as an excellent negotiator and more than once had talked angry men into surrendering and getting help. If only he understood women as well as he seems to understand angry men, she mused. The other issue was Robin. Was it fair to put Robin in a position where he might incur Xavier's intense anger. She felt like she was the one who was responsible for all of this. She was the adult. She should have stopped it before it went as far as it did. Why was it that she found herself simply falling helplessly into Robin's arms and into bed?<br/><br/>Slowly  and sadly she walked back to the guest house, stopped for a cup of coffee and a donut in the lobby and went up to her room and sat on the balcony looking at the clouds. She was uncertain about what to do about Robin, but more than that she was now even more uncertain about what to do with her marriage since Xavier seemed to have broken his promise. It made her so bitterly disappointed that it now appeared she was being spied on.