Chapter 15

We sat in the car in silence. Rita from time-to-time would look at me and smile. I would do the same with her. The only noise was her GPS directing the way. Only twenty minutes until we arrived at my house and it felt like a lifetime just clutching ahold of my backpack and wondering if going home was the best solution. I picked up my cell which was turned off and debated whether to put it on.

I threw it in my bag and then looked out of the window. I just wanted to think about something else ra-ther than my situation. Anything was better than that.

"Rita," I whispered, but she didn't hear me so I said it louder. "Rita, do you think that you'll get over it eventually?"

She didn't need me to elaborate. She knew exact-ly what I meant by that statement. "I'm healing slowly. Being at home. Working in the pharmacy, even if it's not the most thrilling job in the world has helped."

I nodded. "And your friends, do you think that you'll get them back?"