Keeping Secrets

Mila

On Monday, I planned to go back to work. I had the afternoon shift so I had my morning free. I was with Skylar because I didn’t want to be alone. Last night had been the first night alone in my apartment. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be, but I hadn’t been taken from my apartment when I had been kidnapped.

I had been taken from the hospital. Which was where I was going, next.

When I had come back home, I had convinced myself that I was over it all, that I would be able to deal with it without any help from a therapist for the trauma. Maybe I had been hasty in my decision to be a big girl. The truth was I was scared.

“It’s going to be okay,” Skylar said. “I’ll drop you off and pick you up again after your shift tomorrow morning.”

“I’m finishing very early.”

“I don’t mind. I know you need this, and I’d rather have you safe.”

Skylar was being a good friend through all of this. We were in my living room, drinking coffee and eating grilled cheese sandwiches so t