10 HOURS
The three of us sit in the kitchen drinking tea, exchanging small talk. I don’t understand why Margaret invited herself here. However, I’m reluctant to ask, as our short conversation in the office this morning wasn’t particularly convivial. I don’t have to wait long, as her face takes on a more serious look, a moment before she opens the conversation.
“I expect today’s been quite an ordeal for you. How are you feeling now?”
I don’t know what to answer. I don’t really know how I feel. Everything is so surreal. I’m no longer feeling pain or aches, but it’s like my body’s not my own. Like I described before, an out-of-body experience. I’ve spent the day answering one question after another, trying to remember and visualising horrific scenarios of what’s happened to me. I’ve been p
