Five days until my birthday. Five days until I am finally eighteen… Five days until the count-down of marriage. 30 days after I turn eighteen.
Today was an emotional roller coaster. Dr. Hale and I talked about everything. From the panic attack in the hallway. To the “ambush” by the headmaster and guidance counselor. To Rex coming in. To the “bugged phone.”
Linda and Glen. Who call themselves my parents. They listened, watched, and read whatever they could in snippets.
Rex decided we wouldn’t move yet. Waiting doesn’t mean doing nothing, it’s gathering proof. Until there’s no way for Linda and Glen to twist it.
Dr. Hale pointed out that I'd started calling Mr. Dravenholt by Rex. I honestly didn’t realize I had until he pointed it out, but I knew the moment I started calling him Rex. It
