J A M E S
She left over five minutes ago and was still not back. With everything that happened, letting her out of my side for a spilt of seconds made me uncomfortable. I reached for my phone to check on her whereabouts. She went to get a snack from the café on the first floor of the clinic and should be back. Was she lost? Did something else happen to her? Thousands of thoughts rushed into my head. Logging in, I pulled up the report from the trackers and saw that she was standing in the garden, outside, about a hundred feet away from the room. The dot showing her location was static; what was she doing, and who let her out?
Although relieved that she was alright, I switched off the phone and placed it back on the bed stand. I knew that I would never be comfortable leaving her out of si
