~Maeve~
Soon after the call, I stumble outside the apartment with shaky legs that I know won’t carry me all the way back down to the street. My back hits the yellow hallway walls and I fall into a heap of my arms and legs that can’t seem to bear my weight anymore. My mind reels from the call I had just made and for as long as I live, I will never understand how I had kept my voice steady enough to give her the address and the reason for my call. My bag and phone are lying abandoned next to me as I pull my knees my chest in an attempt to stabilize my breathing. Only that, it isn’t. And I am afraid that it won’t ever. How am I supposed to wipe out an image like that? How am I supposed to live with that? Tears are rolling down my cheeks but I don’t have the strength to wipe them away and so
