Dawn
“How"d it go?” Drew asks as soon as I set foot in the hall. He"s been waiting for me, but I can"t even begin to process and understand everything, let alone explain it to him. I grab his hand, needing something solid to hold on to. I don"t know when he became that person for me, but I no longer worry about our relationship. I don"t feel the jealousy or insecurity that I used to feel. I don"t wonder why he chose me. That question used to be on a constant loop through my head, but it doesn"t seem so important anymore. I believe that he loves me and that is enough.
It"s the other people in my life that I worry about now. I can"t decide if my parents are trustworthy and I don"t want to spend enough time around them to find out. My father was responsible for much of what happened in Flor
