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.

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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.