Something tightened in my heart when fear etched on her face. She's not the first person I've encountered like this. I've encountered many cases like hers.
The kind of people who almost don't want to return to the place where they were imprisoned and almost lived. Often, they remember the events where they were on the brink of death and how painful the chemotherapy, therapy, injections, the insertion of various machines into their bodies, and the surgeries were.
Now we're getting into the car. The First Lady sat in the front seat while Adier and I sat in the backseat.
"Atarah, I'm sorry if we disturb you..." she whispered softly. I looked at her and gave her an 'It's okay' look.
"It's okay, Adier. You know, if it eases your mind to have me with you when you go for check-ups or to the
