Sierra
The last couple of weeks have been a blur. I’ve barely left my bedroom. I spend my time sleeping or studying. I quit my job because I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t know how Ambrose managed it, but my classes have been moved online. I haven’t stepped out of the house. I am too scared. I am suffering from trauma; I know that for sure. Ambrose is fine, even if he is the one who got shot. He is acting like nothing happened. Then again, by what he said, it isn’t the first time he has been in such a situation. I don’t know if I will ever get over it. It still haunts my dreams every night.
What I need is to see my father, but that isn’t going to be possible. He is in Asia somewhere. I begged him to let me go to him, but he wouldn’t let me. I hung up on him after that, which was
