Chapter 59 - Therapy

Kylie

It has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.

No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that