Nakita's POV:
It's been three weeks since I came back to New York. Three weeks since I told Ashley everything. And by everything, I mean every god forsaken detail about my past. We both shed a million tears, drank a few glasses of wine, and then topped the night off with me showing her the hundreds of photos I brought back with me. Not just of Matais. One's of my father, my mother, my brothers, my friends, uncles, aunts, everyone. Including Jax.
At the end of the night, Ashley gave me a phone number to a friend of her's. She's a therapist. And at first, I didn't want it. I didn't think I'd need the help. But then I found myself liking the feeling of talking to someone, who's not related or involved. It helped me heal a little, talking to Ashley. So maybe, just maybe, talking through my
