ROXIE
Sofia took a seat on the bed next to me.
She smiles at me. “You know you can talk to me Roxie,” she says.
I stared at her; I had to start opening up to someone.
“Bex,” I said to her. “Stay close and let me know what you think.”
Bex looks at me and nods.
I looked at Sofia, pushed myself off the bed, and walked over to the chair. I removed all the clothes I had placed there while sorting out the closet the other day.
I placed the clothes on the floor next to the chair and looked back at the bed, where Sofia was staring at me.
“I don’t know where to begin,” I said to her.
Sofia smiles and looks toward the box of diaries. “I was shocked to learn that Jason read one of your diaries. I know it was an invasion of privacy, but you told me no one had read them.”
“No one has,” I said
