Winter
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to be a basket case.”
“It’s okay, Anita.” Kitty sits beside Anita while I hand her a glass of water. Anita takes it with a grateful smile, takes a sip, and then puts the glass on the coffee table.
She’s not shaking any longer, which is a good sign. When Kitty and I brought Anita into the den, she immediately sat on the couch and rocked herself back and forth. She was quiet for a few minutes but seemed to calm down quickly.
I sit in the armchair near the sofa. I wish I could say something to help Anita through this, but I’m scared of what she and Kitty will think of me. I’ve never had friends outside my pack before, so I don’t know who to trust.
But this isn’t about me right now. This is about a scared young woman who doesn’t know how to accept the m
