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Jennifer
“Hi, I’m here to see Helena Wright,” I said to the nurses’ desk. “Can I be buzzed through?”
“Sure thing, honey,” the nurse said.
The buzzer went off, and I yanked the door open.
“Thanks,” I threw out as I rushed forward.
Annie’s text had sent me into a frenzy. I hadn’t been responding to Julian’s messages. I wanted to, but I needed to decide what I was going to do about it all. He’d said he was sorry and that he wanted to fix things. But saying those things were not actions. And I didn’t know how to reconcile what he’d done with what I wanted from him. Not to mention, plucking up the courage that Chester’d had with our mom.
Anxiety was a part of who I was. It wasn’t who I was, but it was a defining point of my person. Did I risk Julian seeing me differently by divulging
