Sofia

I don't know how long I sat on the floor, staring at the wall, my mind a blank, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. The silence of the room was heavy, suffocating, only broken by the occasional sound of a car passing outside or a door slamming down the hall.

The sound of a key turning in the lock made me jump. I scrambled up, wiping my face, pulling the collar of my sweater up to my chin. The door swung open, and Clara breezed in, carrying a tray of coffees and a bag ...