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My sister in prison, where she belonged Still breathing, but unable to hurt anyone else again

Yeah, I would be able to sleep at night with that reality

"My heart hurts," I ad to fend off another round of tears

His hand reached out, resting over it "We can work on repairing that," he told me

"How do people do this?" I asked, thinking out loud

"Do what?"

"Go on with their lives when there is evil related to them? All these wives and children of rapists and pedophiles and serial killers How can they force theo on without that constantly on their minds every moment of the day?"

"I think they do it day by day, sweetheart Step by step Make baby steps toward norain Mostly"

"You say it like it will be easy"

"No Not easy But possible It is possible And that is what ht feel this way for a while But you won't feel this way forever And I think you need to keep re yourself of that Every wound hurts when it is fresh You have to let it heal You have to be an active part in that process, taking care of it, working toward recovery And then, one day, it will be healed And there will only be a small scar as a reminder"

"It doesn't seem like that is possible"

"Not right now, no You have ato take a good long while to heal from that Physically and ether"

"I can't ask that of you You've already done so much"

"You're not asking I a you to let me help"

"I don't even knohat kind of help I need," I admitted