Chapter Fifteen
“My little girl”
I decide to walk back to the packhouse.
My anger and anguish was powerful enough to cause a storm that seems to cover the whole state, so it’s pouring and there’s lightning and thunder every 30 seconds as I walk, but I don’t care. Underneath the numbness swirls a storm of emotions that’s fueling the storm above me.
As I step out of the hospital, my phone starts buzzing over and over. But I don’t feel like talking to anyone. After a few minutes I take it out of my pocket, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it. I don’t want to deal with people today—I’m too shocked, hurt, and numb. I need to figure out how to deal with myself before can deal with others.
I’ll get a new phone with a new number tomorrow. All I care about right now is precious little Med
