After some 20 minutes, the car stopped and a woman's gloved hand grasped mine, guiding me out of the car and into a house. My heart was racing; the adrenaline hadn't stopped in 24 hours. Barely a day had passed, and I was a broken, quivering, fearful shell.
Jill does nothing to make her self sound brave or put herself in a better light. She comes across as a terribly frightened young woman who believes her life may end at any time.
Every word rings true.
This is true and I'm sick and toired of people accusing her of doing this series for propaganda. She seems very humble in reliving her nightmare. I've read a lot of blogs who are flaming her for this. Makes me sick.
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