Nefretiri
Four hours.
That's how long it took me to tell my story. Bailey was a good listener. She knew when to call for a break or ask a specific question that focused less on the violence and more on what was happening around me. She wasn't just interested in Ricky. She also wanted to know about the muffin tops and Melissa, how they treated me, each personality, and how often I remembered them coming by.
It wasn't easy. I had to take so many breaks because my voice failed me, but somehow I managed it. Bailey could even convince Ivan to let me finish a story when he got restless.
