Chapter Seven
I’d assumed that the alien would be back for me soon enough, but after a long while spent watching the door, it was clear he was preoccupied with something else. Not that his human prisoner might need food, water, clothes that weren’t soaked through from a snowstorm—no, my basic needs were clearly of no importance. At least the room was decently warm.
It was enough time alone for all my righteous anger to burn away, replaced with a sadness that deepened by the second. My little cell was entirely bare, without even a chair to sit on, so I huddled in a corner, knees to my chest, and let my thoughts descend into misery. To lose your family, your friends, your home, your planet in the span of one moment… it was too much. The loss hadn’t properly registered yet, but I could feel
