I WALKED as fast as I could in the darkened hallway with my thoughts jumbled up. My brain refused to function as it was, only working at the basic instinct, which was telling me to run. To get away. Get some air. Blink. Live.
The longer I stayed, the more I became sick to my stomach. Seeing the little baby girl in Rosemary’s arms was enough to send a thousand needles drilling into my heart, poking holes that only got bigger and wider the more I spent time with her presence close to me. When everyone’s attention was averted, I slipped among the crowd and made my move.
I was used to running away. Really, I did. I did not even blink or even think twice before I removed myself from the situation that was hurting me deeply and greatly. I knew that it was extremely wrong of me to just leave l
