Shaken Up

Paige

Sunday morning, I decided to go into work. I needed to do something other than sit at home and think about the bastard and the blood. Sera had asked about the bandage on my palm, where I’d held the jagged piece of metal to the fucker’s throat, and I’d told her in a whisper, but I wanted to lose myself in other people’s problems. Especially when she told me a story about a similar thing happening to her with a man named Matteo, and how Tom put a bullet in his head. I knew he’d saved her life, but the circumstances were more real now. Now, I couldn’t get the words on my laptop screen to stay in place.

Someone knocked on my office door.

“Come in!” I called.

Hillary, a recent addition to the house on the run from her abusive boyfriend, leaned in. “Um, I’m so sorry to do this, but are we having your group today?”

I glanced at the clock on my laptop. My Healing Together group was supposed to start twenty minutes ago. And I hadn’t prepped a damn thing.

“Shit.” I leapt out of my chair.