Wren
I know they're all worried about me. I know from the looks people give me when I can't bring myself to leave the porch of my house. From the nonstop text messages and phone calls. From the emails from the support group that I've missed. I can feel their worry, hell I'm worried. But I can't leave. I've tried. I got to the gravel below the porch steps and had a panic attack so bad I nearly passed out. I don't know how long it's been nor do I care. I can feel myself spiraling down the rabbit hole.
The smell of the coffee I was brewing filled the air and I could hear the sizzling of eggs on the stove. I made my way to the kitchen and found Anderson at the stove. He tensed when he heard me walk in the room but tried to play it off. He didn't know how to handle me. No one did. Everyone f
