Thank God.
Thank you, God, for getting me here. My sister will help me.
She and Logan will help keep us safe. As long as my girls are okay I don't care about anything else. Logan looks like he can take care of himself. I'm so glad my sister and Aiden have him. He seems nice.
Her house is beautiful. I'm so happy for her. I'm jealous. But happy. If she can start over so can I. I have to try to make it for Gabby and Libby.
God this bed is comfortable.
My thoughts are sporadic as I drift off to sleep. Finally, I can rest without worrying about the girls. Or myself. Randy isn't here.
He's locked up.
He can't hurt me.
He can't anymore...
