Justine - On the evening of Wednesday, the 28th
I’m anxiously sitting in the car, tapping my foot, and staring at the front door of Lola’s building. Damien’s been gone for only minutes Waiting alone has my nerves rattled from the unknown.
Digging my nails into my palms, I can only assume they are getting things together. If it’s as bad as I think, I can get Lola some help through my private women’s shelter. It’s a remarkable place with experienced counselors and therapists.
However, the memory makes me want to do this myself, as Lola deserves a soft personal hand. She needs to know someone cares. My heart skips a beat thinking about my past and those who were there for my darkest moments.
Although the woman, Gemma, who helped me most, is no longer with us. She took me under her wing, n
