Jayson
Wendy has kept her distance though she’s been close. She goes to her house after work and comes to my house by dinner time. Sometimes she eats with her mom before coming. She only talks to me about the case and other little pleasantries like if she gets in my way. She excuses herself. I’ve slept rough these past two weeks. I miss having her in my arms.
I guess the nightmares have stopped or lessened because she hasn’t woken me screaming and crying even with my door closed. I know I would hear her still. She doesn’t look good. Her clothes are hanging off her. I know she’s eating, but still not as much as she did before she decided to keep me at a distance.
I don’t know if she’s coming here tonight because I’m about to head out to take Jeremy out for his birthday. He’s excited. I k
