Posted: 07/16/2014
I love learning new things. Even as I near the end, I still feel as if this world has so much to teach me. Four days ago, for example, I learned what family really means.
A visitor showed up at my hotel room the day after my last post, arriving early in the morning. I got scared when I heard knocking on my door – I’d been half-expecting the building to come down around me at any moment, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying upon hearing a fist just outside my room. I knew it had to be Ezra on the other side – everything inside of me was telling me to run, to somehow get out of there before she called hotel security to open the door and drag my pale, barely ninety-pound a*s to the lobby where we’d wait for the nice men with the guns and handcuffs to carry me out t
