Dawn is my favorite time of the day. A new day brings new hope, and after last night, that’s all Punky and I have—hope that we get out of this alive.
I’ve seen Punky furious before, but last night was something else. For the first time ever—he scared me. I was terrified he was lost to me for good. He snapped, allowing me to see that he has this blinding rage inside him.
And I don’t think it’ll ever go away.
I thought once this was over, he could begin to heal, but too much has happened—I see that now. Sometimes, we don’t heal; we just learn to deal with the demons trapped inside us.
Even if Punky wants out of this life, I don’t think that he can. This is what he knows. This is who he is. And it’s who I love.
Most would run for the hills, but I’m not most. We’ve come too far to give up
