Day 1067 Operation Popoki:


    I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck. I’m trapped. Before taking the assignment, I saw what She did, I saw the children. Why did I say yes?


    The sweat on my palms adhere them to the rusting park bench as I slide to the side, out of the shade and a few thankful inches away from Her. Although not in imminent danger, I can’t seem to relax, my body tensing out of its own accord.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    She''s mumbling to herself again, as she always does on days out like this. I try not to focus on her and instead on the children, unknowingly playing with the cats.


    I need to get out.