Haunted

Mila

I was suddenly terrified. I looked around the parking lot, looking for people who might come to harm me. A young man was walking to his car. I watched until he climbed in and drove away. He wasn’t a danger to me.

But he’d had dark blond hair, and he hadn’t been very muscular. It reminded me of Victor.

I climbed out of the car, leaving my food behind, and hurried to the hospital entrance. I couldn’t handle being in my car. I had hoped to doze off for a couple of minutes to reboot my tired body, but I was safer inside. Even if it was just from my own demons.

When I sat in the locker room on one of the wooden benches, my back against the cold tiles, I could finally breathe again.

Everyone knew what I had been through. They tried to be there for me, asked me how I was doing and offered me all the time I needed to myself. Even if I was already far over the number of days off I was allowed each year. But none of them knew what I was struggling with. There was nothing they could do to m