I managed to go the rest of my shift without Robyn, Sara, and Shiloh asking too many personal questions. I say too many, but that doesn’t mean they still didn't ask questions. If they had a spare moment, they’d asked me a question or two, each trying to dig up some juicy gossip about Clay and me. I wasn’t giving them anything. All I did tell them was that we met at the park, walking our dogs.
It’s not that I’m not dying to talk to someone about all this. I don’t feel close enough to my coworkers to tell them things. Especially since so much of this involves an ongoing criminal investigation of my neighbor possibly trying to drug me. I don’t know whom I could trust with that.
That is why I’m dying to call my sisters. Ofelia and Amaya would lose their minds for multiple reasons. Ofelia would freak out about Trevor trying to drug me, while Amaya would force more on the Clay part. But between them, I know I’d at least get some insight into handling this. I decided I’d call them later and
