Elle
Everett chuckled and stood up from the wall. We stretched and headed back to the meeting room. We could hear quiet voices as we approached the doors. Everett put his free hand on the knob and gently guided me into the room as we entered. Everyone stopped talking and looked up as we entered. They all smiled at me.
“How are you feeling dearie?” Patricia asked gently.
“I’m okay,” I said. “I apologize for my outburst earlier. I hope I didn’t come off as rude or insensitive. I appreciate everything you’re doing to help me.”
“What outburst?” Patricia asked curiously. “You don’t need to apologize for anything dear, we all understand this is very difficult for you.”
“Miss. Elle,” Elder Fran addressed me. I looked over at him and saw he had a notebook and a pen in his han
