CHAPTER 17
I know that everyone is staring at us as we walk down the aisle to get off the plane. The children are confused. I have no idea what I’m going to tell them. I have no idea what I’m going to tell Russel.
We pass the man in the Hawaiian shirt. My skin bristles. I feel dirty and exposed just being within arm’s reach. I hold my breath, as if the air surrounding him might somehow be contaminated. It was the same way I used to hold my breath when I’d hear Henry coming down the stairs first thing in the morning. I was never certain if he’d be in a good mood or not.
I’ve read a few articles about women who’ve survived the kinds of things I have. A lot of them talk about how important it was to get therapy after what they’d been through. I never saw a therapist myself. Couldn’t stand
