The Woman Like Her

JERAH

It's been two months now. Two months of trying to heal from my trauma and trying to see life like I used to.

It hadn't been easy, I must admit. That very night, when I had gone home with Benedetta, I had been extremely scared and felt vulnerable. Benedetta had been worried sick and did all she could to know where I had been, but I said nothing to her and made her promise me she wouldn't tell the others - until I was ready.

For weeks, I was traumatized and had myself locked in a room. I felt so insecure. It wasn't until three weeks later that I got back my confidence and began moving around with the others.

I learnt to walk in the street with them, as well as go to church. It was safe. My fear had began to vanish.

And two weeks ago, I reopened my coffee shop. I had missed it and wanted to have a feel of it again. It was the only thing that kept me busy and sane.

I've had it running for two weeks now, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.