Arielle
I replayed her words over and over in my head so deeply that I forgot that I was still on call with her.
My mind drifted to the day she threw kitchen utensils at me, screamed at me, like I was a thief in her kitchen. How she injured me. “Arielle, are you there?” She called again.
I snapped out of it and cleared my throat. “Uh–yes, Miss Sylvia, yes. Absolutely. I’ll–I can–I’ll be there”. My words tumbled out awkwardly.
“Alright, see you tomorrow”. She hung up immediately.
Relief flooded my chest the second the call ended. I had never been under that kind of pressure before. I assumed Tessa must have spoken to her on my behalf. Either way, l’d find out tomorrow.
I finished my meal, took my medications, grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch. I placed my phone far away b
