Time seemed to move slowly. Hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks into months. I haven’t ever stayed so long in one place. It’s February and I’m beginning to become restless, craving the life I once lived. Traveling from town to town and state to state meeting new people. I did my best to keep busy. I still worked at the bar almost every day. Between Greg and Xandra I had around the clock babysitters, more like watchdogs.
With Andrew out on bail, I was constantly looking over my shoulder waiting for him or one of his goons to pounce. Sure, there’s a no-contact order in place for my “protection”, but a piece of paper does nothing but push buttons. Andrew was now forced to maintain sobriety with the assistance of electronic monitoring. From what I’ve heard he’s not happy ab
