I concentrate to breath out slowly, but it is no use to calm me down. I look at my hand shaking, going too slowly to the handle to open the door I’m staring for the past three minutes.
I gather enough courage to open the door, to be greeted by the receptionist. I greet her back, like I do every day I go working, trying hard to not show that the smile I’m putting on is too forced.
I keep walking to my office, not knowing which kind of consequences I’ll be facing. I didn’t return to work yesterday after I went to the police station. Jordan brought me home, and I didn’t had the courage to face anybody after what happened with the police men.
The only thing that helped me get up this morning is the promise I forced Jordan to make. I told him I needed time, and I made him promise to not cont
