Cara's pov
We all have a random thing that we strangely find therapeutic or calming for our nerves.
Something that was our own little substitute for nerve pills. It was usually safer and mostly effective and we depended on it in necessary situations.
Mine was counting, counting numbers, counting things. Just counting. I did it a lot as a child whenever my mother was having one of those maniacal sprees she had. A side she reserved only for me and not any of her sons. I did it when Diego, one of her sons would sexually abuse me. I did it when teachers or students would boldly talk s**t about me knowing fully well that I could hear them. I did it when Manuel Salvatore killed my father and disguised it as a car accident.
Anyway, I loved to count and I had readily agreed to the task of co
