She couldn’t have four people living in her apartment but she really hated relying on others. What if
they didn’t have the tea she liked to drink when her throat was sore? What if she needed that extra blanket
that she kept in the box at the end of her bed for when she was cold? It felt too permanent to be leaving her home. It wasn’t as if she was going on a vacation. She’s being forced to leave her home because someone was trying to kill her.
Musings from Michigan