Chapter 90

• “I’m sorry. I truly am.” He cries it at me as I slam my hands on the glass, trying to get the door to open, pressing hard against it so I can see him as he runs off to my left.
• “I need to know what she said about my mother!!” I scream it like a wild banshee, my emotions overwhelming me as so many racing thoughts rush through my head, and I’m consumed with suspicion, pain, and heartbreak, all weighing down like a house falling on top of me. My breathing is erratic, and I pound the glass aggressively in sheer need to follow him. It shudders and quakes but doesn’t budge an inch.
• I can’t calm down. The craziness of that interaction has me all wired and panting as emotion wracks me, and my thoughts spiral crazily with so many possibilities for such little information. The mention of my mother, his reaction made me react in ways I never have before. I start pacing, pulling at my hair as I try to self-calm and focus.