Larry
When it was time for our flight, I was pleasantly surprised that she came at all. I thought she canceled at the last minute. I won't blame her if she did. Mental health issues are nothing to be taken for granted. Though I am glad that she's talking to a professional, I still question myself if I put her in a difficult situation and if it's too much for Gemma.
I don't want to be a smartass and think that I know what she's dealing with personally. Because I don't. I try to give her the space, the impression that I know that she's coping with her eating disorder. But still, I sometimes worry, and my mind still wonders if our little getaway might make her struggle even more.
"Hey!" She greets me with her shy smile plastered on her face. She looks beautiful as always. Her jeans and ove
