I push the door open with one hand and pull out my phone with a heavy sigh, slowly inhaling as I inhale fresh air.

I’m okay, I really am okay.

I text Jake, asking him where he is, letting him know I’ll come to him. I need the air and the walk. I need the time to myself to let all that happened in that room sink in. I want to walk to him smiling, to show him that I’m so much stronger than I ever have been before.

She never fought for me, she never told me she loved me, but then she never did.

I’m not the one...