Andrew
It was Saturday morning, Jan was already in the kitchen making coffee. Yesterday was wonderful she had overcome her fear against Steve. She had stopped crying. She made me really proud of her. She was talking on the phone, sounded like it's her dad.
"...yes, I know. No, he's already on it, yes... Steve's in custody, the detective? I think his name is Dave. Yes, Aiden knows about him. Yes daddy, yes...I'm okay, I'm not crying anymore. I'm just really upset and angry now...yes...I know...I love you too daddy..." She was talking on the phone, now waving her hand at me calling me closer, and pouring me coffee while she kept on talking on the phone.
"....yes I want to tell you about that, I've found a place it's beautiful daddy! ...Hopefully, by Monday, I will be okay. The apartment h
