#Chapter 48-Talent Shows and Fake Boyfriends

“I’ve never been over here before,” I tell Derek as we enter the daycare. Bea and Tris run off to join their teacher and classmates, bringing a smile to my lips as I watch. “Well, last I checked you don’t have a kid to put into daycare,” he shoots back with a teasing tone in his voice. “I meant this part of town, obviously.” I stick out my tongue as he pushes against my arm. We put the entire conversation about psychiatrists and my trauma on hold for a few days. Derek hasn’t asked me if I’ve made any decisions just yet. Which I’m grateful for because it’s been an internal struggle. I wonder if the trauma resurfacing is making everything ten times harder. It’s odd because in the past, whenever I thought about or heard about traumatic events, nothing ever came from it. I’d just continue on with my day. No tears. No memories. No pain. Now, it seems like the universe won’t go five seconds without reminding me of what I’v