Sarah
I can’t concentrate on work today; my mind isn’t all here. All I can think about is Foster finding me before I leave. I have plans in place, but I still haven’t left yet. Something is keeping me here when I should be gone already.
My heart is torn in two, and I am so fuc.king scared every time I take a breath. I don’t know why the hell I came into work when each time someone walks in, I panic that it’s Foster.
My headache doesn’t seem to want to ease up any time soon, and if I throw up just once more, I’ll die of dehydration! I can’t eat or drink much because I can’t keep anything down. I look and feel like shi.t, and I know everyone is wondering why.
Johnny has spoken not one word to me, which doesn’t make communication easy. It also seems none of the other staff want to talk to
