ASHLEY

I stayed at Anita's house the entire day and decided to return home late in the evening. I could not thank Anita enough for taking care of me. I ate three square meals, without having to lift a finger. Being in her house made me realize how much I missed my bed. How much I missed eating at the diner. How much I missed the normal life.

My wounds were properly treated, although they were taking a while to heal. But I felt a lot better.

Despite Anita's incessant begging, I insisted on ...