Taylor Continues Retelling Her Story
I wave them off as I head to the kitchen for another water. Jorge approaches as I finish a long refreshing drink from the bottle.
“Can they search your apartment?" Acknowledging the question forming upon my lips, he continues, “They want to search for drugs that John may have hidden here. They believe he may have a stash and that is why he is so frantic about entering the apartment." Placing a finger upon my lips to silence me, he finishes, “They will not hold you responsible if they find drugs. They only want to remove them to keep you safe."
I can't speak. The mere mention that drugs might hide in my presence upsets me. I witness the destruction they reek on the students and their families every day at school. Congenital disabilities, learning disa
