Evelyn is silent while escorting me to his room. I barely can lift my gaze from the long rug that lies over the hardwood floors. It’s patterns mesmerize me, though they shouldn’t, but I think it’s because I’m tired.

It’s not the physical kind of tiring, either, though I am from training. I feel mentally drained and unsure of what comes next.

When we reach the door, she opens it for me and I don’t even notice until I almost walk through. Everything feels like a blur.

“Are you ...