Arletta Jessica McDowell POV

I have arrived home, but the bad memory of the elevator still lingers. Damn! Why was I constantly reminded of that? Was it because two phobias popped up unexpectedly, and that perverted man added to the horror?

"Why do you have such a frown on your face, Lizzy? Is there something else you are going through?"

I, walking without enthusiasm, looked back because someone called my name. It turned out to be Mom. Should I tell her about what was going on with me? I did not want Mom and Dad to fight because of that. What a hard choice!

"I am tired, Mom."

I could...