I stay in a chair for the longest, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. Damian said to stay, so I have. But every single part of me wants to go out of this room and find out what is going on.

Why did he leave me like this, and where was he going?

Every so often, someone passes by the door and looks in. Once they see me, I can see the visible sigh of relief they let out, and then they just leave.

No one speaks to me. No one comes and asks if I’m okay. They are tense and just watching.

It ...