Chapter 2-3
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Things at work became almost pleasant after that night. Without John bulldozing through her day Cassie’s life became easier. She wasn’t so worried about making mistakes or getting fired for sneezing wrong anymore. Or for glancing at John from time to time.
John became civil. Cold towards her, but civil. Which was a big improvement over his outright hostile attitude of before. He never asked her any personal questions, nor even how she was doing. He did however ask about Tim, and even spoke to her with things regarding work or patients. Just that attitude adjustment alone felt like a breath of fresh air compared to how he’d been.
Cassie realized quickly that life went on even when you were stressed and scared and waiting for the other shoe to drop. So she worked, did errands, and took care of Tim, trying to function and keep a positive attitude for Tim’s sake. Life wasn’t happy or easy or even peaceful, but for now they were safe.
If only, each evening, as darkness crept over the earth, she didn’t get a pit in her stomach from being scared. She wished she didn’t jump at any unusual noise or voice outside. She wished she was strong enough to physically defend her son and she wished she’d done a better job with her life. But regrets and wishes could do nothing to change their present situation. She’d learned a long time ago that wishing got her s**t out of life.
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