[Adelaide Knowles]
Nomi opens the door as soon as she sees me. Her hands open wide, inviting me to a hug. It's the first time I hugged Nomi. It feels detached, yet warm. Like the man who hurt me. I try to hold back a sob at the thought of Christian, for a long moment, I’m doing great. I don't say anything or do anything. I try to think of nothing too. I’m doing great at it.
Nomi pats my back at that moment and the water lets loose. I heave and break in her arms while she slowly pats my back, saying nothing. She exhales softly, her palms on my back are soothing, like applying healing balms to an injury. After a while, she pulls back and stares into my face, “Come, child,” She beckons gently, “Vieni, vieni a bere una tazza di tè caldo,” She guides me to the living room. It's the first t
