Chapter Ten
Saturday March 24, 2018
On the first of April, 2015, I was preparing my book to have a hard copy printed the next day. I didn’t go to the diner to meet Sarah. I should have—something I regret not doing. In the early evening, I thought I finally finished preparing my document and was getting ready to go outside. I had no way to contact Sarah but if I liked what I felt, in the outside world, I would have certainly went to the diner to see her in the morning the next day. I was frightened by what it would be like to have my freedom back for the first time since the beginning of December, and I felt seeing Sarah would be too much for my baby steps back into society.
The first thing I wanted to do was use the bathroom. I wanted to use a toilet and a shower again—which reminds me—
