I woke up just before dawn Monday morning. Xandra was still curled next to me and snoring silently. I had not slept as soundly as I wished I could, but I had a feeling that after today I should sleep much more deeply. As quietly and smoothly as I could, I slid my way to the end of the bed. In all reality, I could have been compared to a girl trying to avoid the walk of shame, even though I had nothing to be ashamed of. Today marks a win for me and other women who have suffered at the actions of Andrew.
I tiptoed out of the bedroom and made my way to the bathroom. I needed a shower, but my path was detoured after movement just outside the camper caught my attention. I immediately tense and my heart began to pound in my chest. Fear started to creep through every nerve. I slowly ma
