Chapter 143 What To Do

• I didn't care that I didn't know where I was. It was getting late, and I wanted a place to sleep, so the alleyway was empty. After running nonstop for an hour and walking for the next five, I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. My muscles were numb with pain. But the yawning emptiness in my chest was more than the searing lactic acid that immobilized my legs. It was big and unending, like the trust I'd put in Tyrone.
• My thoughts were at least distracted from my thoughts when I was running by the pain in my thighs, but now that I was lying on the ground gasping for breath, I had to confront my racing, enticing thoughts.
• Mom would have me see Dr. Emily tomorrow, and she knew exactly what to ask until I choked out a response or two. They would find a way to force me to disclose my dreams and what I had been witnessing, even if I refused to take part.