I am stuck in hospital, I am able to move around freely now, without having to use the wheelchair at least. I have barely left Dakota's side, but I need to. I have been sending message after message to Heather but she isn't replying, and I get this sinister feeling this was all a trap.
I don't feel I have a job anymore, and I wasn't paid when I was meant to be either.
"Just go Melina, I promise you Dakota will be fine, you need to make those calls. The only way you will know the truth and find out what happens next is to call. She is barely needing any support, Melinda, she could be coming home any day, so use this time to get things sorted." Becky smiles at me. She has seen me stressed for over a month. After telling her the story she is shocked. It's crazy to think that she is the onl
