Sara
“Is this going to hurt?”
Anja smiles at me while shaking her head. “No, sweetheart, it won’t hurt.” She takes my hand and leads me over to the gray sofa.
I sit down and let out a breath through my lips. I am so nervous that I’m fighting not to throw up!
Of course, I want to do this, but I’m scared of what I’ll see. There could be all sorts locked away in my mind that I don’t know about.
When Anja came to me this morning and suggested what she could do, I never expected this. Sure, Orrin said he has a way to help me, but delving into my mind?
It’s madness!
How else am I meant to figure all of this crap out if I don’t let Anja do this?
Bastian’s parents are still here, waiting for me to talk to them. I feel terrible because they’ve given me space, and they haven’t come looking f
