BODIEIt’s been days since I last saw Helda after we ran into each other in the hallway when I had just returned with Raye.

The pained look on her face when she looked at me was like a knife being sunk into my chest.

It hurt to see her look at me that way.

Like I’m the reason for her pain.

The truth that I’m the reason for her pain hurts even more.

She doesn’t join the table for breakfast or any meal of the day.

I notice that Aislyn always sends her a tray, giving the same excuse ...