Lindsey
The morning sessions came to an end, and I was sitting down, now looking out of the window contemplating all that was going on. I was soon going to be split between two camps which could be a good thing. I’d help a lot more people than just the ones who visited mine. PTSD was a terrible thing to live with, and in many ways, it was similar to women who finally came out of abusive relationships.
I spun around in my chair and faced my desk because there was a light knock on the door. Nicole poked her head in before stepping into the office. She was very-obviously rubbing her belly.
“It’s afternoon snack time, so are you hungry or what?” she asked. “I could eat a horse.”
I gazed at Nicole in amazement. For someone so slender, she could eat for hours and not gain an ounce of weight.
