It's been almost three weeks, and each day gets better. Although I spend hours crying, I am still proud of myself for not letting everything that happened break me down or stop me from living my life.
Looking at myself in the mirror has become difficult, because all I see is regret, but today I have to give myself a pep talk because I have an interview at a new rotation site.
In the middle of struggling with the pep talk, my doorbell rang, and I instantly thought it was Mila, so I opened the door.
"Hi Alana."
"Lori! How did you find me?"
"Sweetheart, I can find anyone, can I come in? We have alot to talk about."
" He sent you here didn't he...you can tell him to relax, I'm not going to report him."
"What are you talking about?"
"Aren't you here because of Kane?"
"No, I haven't b
