Chapter 13
The next day, only my dad came home.
He was holding the body of Cookie in his arms, and he had already watched the surveillance footage provided by the property management.
1, am the murderer.
Kenneth ended the hypnosis session early.
Because I was crying so sadly, he was afraid he couldn’t wake me up.
I’m glad I woke up.
“What did you see?”
I shook my head, unwilling to speak.
Kenneth did not ask any further questions.
My phone rang, and Antwan gasped, “Salma, I have landed. Where are you?”
I suddenly had a feeling of reliance.
I cried and said, “Come pick me up at the mental health clinic!”
Half an hour later, I finally saw Antwan.
I threw myself into his arms, the feeling of being tightly embraced felt really good.
He rubbed my hair and coaxed me, “Wait outside for me. I’ll talk to the doctor about your condition, okay?”
I nodded.
Antwan didn’t keep me waiting long, he came out quickly
We went home together, and he “held me while sleeping“.
He was more helpful than the lullaby Kenneth gave me.
I didn’t toss and turn in my sleep anymore.
I finally had a good night’s sleep.
Over the next few days, Antwan and I both lazed around at home.
We were waiting for Kenneth’s notification.
On the day when my dark circles completely faded away.
Kenneth: The plan has been implemented, come on.
We arrived at the outskirts according to the address, it was a large field training base.
I put on my crash suit and sat in the passenger seat of the jeep.
This costly solution is exposure therapy: in a safe environment, I re–experienced the car accident and simulated crawling without getting hurt, allowing the brain to mark “danger has passed.”
Sitting in the driver’s seat was a female staff member.
She smiled at me and said, “Are you ready?”
I took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready!”
The plan was successful.
I could finally sleep alone until dawn.
Getting married was put on the agenda.
I received blessings from my parents and in–laws.
My little dog Cookie was my adorable flower girl. Chapter 13
I put on the earrings that my best friend Lucille gave me, as if she was also attending my wedding.
The deceased has passed away and should be remembered.
And the living should strive to be happy.
Dad held my hand and “handed me over to Antwan.”
At that moment, “I was so happy that tears streamed down my face.”
