Chapter 20
I hadn’t jogged since the shooting and forgot how it helped clear the mind, and put things in perspective. With the temperatures dipping in the forties, the nippy air made me look forward to Christmas.
The nightmares didn’t happen as often. I saw the keloid from the bullet wound in the mornings: my daily reminder. Couldn’t look it for a long time. Now, acceptance. Lotion didn’t change the bump or discoloration on my skin.
Still I was happy to be alive. If the bullet had landed higher, my brains would have splattered. Then Chel would only have one parent. If the bullet entered a few inches more to the right, it could have lodged in my spine.
Now, things seemed to be changing for the better.
Last night with Noah made me realize I forgave him for cheating on me.
Again.
I did
