Max was so sweet to me, and he tried his best to protect me. He never pushed anything on me. About a week later I was really sick and here is a shocker we had been moved again. This time it was a bedroom, there were no windows and to pictures on the wall they were so white that I got a headache just looking at them. But we had a bathroom now which I was grateful for. It had been a week since Max came. All I could do was sit on the floor of the bathroom and vomit. If I wasn’t doing that I would have been laying down. Max was great he would hold my hair back and rub my back. And cuddle with me to keep me warm enough. About the second week of being sick he had had enough and started screaming. “What did you do to her?! You poison her?!” he shouted at the wall. “Come here and help her now!” he
