"Thank you," the nurse mouthed to me as Kristina's sobs died down. I shook my head. I wanted to help the little girl because I saw so much of myself in her.
Slowly, I pushed her back. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I will be here. My name is Tanya. Just ask anyone here where my room is and come on in. Okay?" She nodded, and I kissed her forehead. "It's going to get better," I repeated.
The nurse smiled as she wheeled Kristina away. I hoped she would listen to my advice and take advantage of my offer. Lord knows I did the same to Gemma. And God, did it help. Talking to someone who went through the same painful experience as you always helped.
Still shaken up, I made the rest of the way to the Extra Room. Thoughts of the girl consumed me. That had been me. That little, weak creatur
