It's already late when Ethan leaves the house. We talked a lot, and I'm happy with what I found, especially about Ally. She was a bully in her childhood. Who would have thought Ally was a mama's girl but turned out to be a fighter when still a kid?
It's seven a.m., as usual; I need to work again. I was thinking about how Ally is now. She's still not answering all my calls, messages, and emails. I ought to go to the hospital, but I was hesitant. It might be harmful to Ally's condition if she sees me.
Ethan could check on her. That's a good idea.
I just ate oatmeal and had coffee for breakfast. If it's not because of my medication, I won't eat. I took a bath and got ready to work.
I saw Ally On my way, sitting next to this girl outside the coffee shop on the bench. I must say, she wa
