*Mila*
After a long, much needed shower, I finished cleaning up the mess I'd made with the flowers and the water. My palm still stung from my cut but the bandage Soren had put on was still in place.
I tried not to think about our conversation but after I'd finished cleaning up, I couldn't keep the thoughts out.
Plopping down in a chair, I put my elbows on the table and glared across the room.
Soren was so annoying! He'd basically forced me to tell him about my past and then brushed it all off. At the same time, I was almost relieved that he'd gotten me to talk about it so I could face some of those buried memories.
Was there a reason I had chosen to share with him?
A lot of those memories I needed to remember and process. I'd been burying them for so long. Now that they'd floode
