Entry Three

Sunday morning I couldn't get up. I finally got up at 11:30 a.m., then cried most of the morning. Friends came over and it was a little better, the pain temporarily waylaid by caring. More snippets of healing. I fell asleep again, exhausted, up again at 6. The grand jury hearing is tomorrow. Even though I planned the day for little solitude, it will be in my mind. I will wait to hear the indictments, praying for the most severe charges. Nothing can make up for what they've done.