Between therapy and visitors, Renee had barely had a moment to herself over the last few days... not that she was complaining. She loved having so many people show that they cared, even while she was locked away in here. And it would be such a drag to come all the way here, to suffer through the procedures and doctors and just being in this place... they wouldn't do it if they didn't love her. It was ironic really... here, now, separated from all of her friends, she felt more loved than she had in a very long time.
( writing to the boys )
( writing to the boys )