The hospital corridors were unnervingly sterile, and quiet. It was as though the walls of the building were shielded from the chaos of the city. I wasn’t used to silence. It made me think too much. And today, thinking wasn’t something I wanted to do.
Kent was always the voice of reason. The calm in the storm. But today, the storm had swallowed me whole as I had been alone. I just made my way to his private ward, desperate to talk, get some advice, and figure out what to do next in this f****d-up mess of a life.
However, when I pushed the door open, I beheld Kent packing his bags.
I froze in the doorway, blinking as if expecting him to lay back down like some kind of bad sleepwalker. He didn’t. He was standing there with his back to me, shoving his things into a duffel bag.
“What the he
