CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Rachel~
The weekend should be a time of rest. But with my non-stop nightmares and the pain in my wrist flaring up, I hadn’t gotten much of that. They seemed to be getting worse. Like they were weeks ago. I wish I could remember what helped me the last time. I think I remembered taking a nap on the couch during some funny movie. Maybe that was it? I had been able to distract myself and that had helped me? Somehow that felt close but not quite right.
Monday morning got here faster than I was prepared for. I would be seeing Vance today. Yes, we had a plan. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Part of me worried that I wouldn’t have the same strength I had had last week. The bus arrived at Pacific and when I got up I accidentally made eye contact with the tal
