Page 11 of Broken Road

“Okay, uh, you can skip the play-by-play. I have to take this.”

I hated screwing up, but I had learned to embrace my quirks. If I saw the humor in my missteps, others did, too.

Sometimes.

She sat back in her chair, amused. Bemused? I couldn’t tell.

“I can wait,” she assured me.

I waved my phone at her. “Please just go ahead. This will be a good distraction for me.”

Still blabbing away when she gave me the thumbs up, I rolled my eyes at myself. She tossed me a smile and a wink as she slipped out the door.

It took two solid years, but I achieved maintenance status with my agoraphobia. By no means cured, my world was not big, but it was bigger, plenty big enough for what I needed and wanted to do. The best part being that I could move freely within its boundaries.

I still needed time and notice before leaving the house. I never simply rolled with last minute changes in plans, but with notice I could come and go as I pleased. Life was looking up a bit, and I even enrolled in an online university for business and human resources.

I had a new dream to replace the one I lost in Vander.

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