I doubted whether I could live well for the rest of my life.
The doctor who examined me said that I would vomit and feel nauseous. Besides, my stomach would no longer be able to absorb the nutrients my body needed.
I would have to rely on nutrient solutions later.
The officer arranged for a psychologist to counsel me, then looked serious after the counseling.
She saved her phone number and contact information on my phone, reminding me, "Ms. Ball, if you need me, I can accompany you 24 hours a day."
I shook my head.
I asked the police officers not to make the kidnapping public and asked them not to post my photo.
But as the case was serious, they were in a dilemma.
I told them that I would try to stay alive.
Maybe it was what I said that touched them.
They finally agreed to my request and took me home.
Back to reality, Kurt continued to knock on the door. I took the phone tremblingly and sent him a message on WhatsApp.
[I don't want to see you now. Let's get a divorce tomorrow morning.]
Kurt: [Why?]
I replied: [No reason. I just don't want to waste time with you anymore, and it's boring. I'll move out after the divorce.]
Kurt: [Lara, this is your home.]