It’s been an unexpected, frighteningly crazy day. I’m glad it’s over. My heart aches for the family that lost a loved one. Such a pointless and unnecessary loss. The officer escorting me heads me through the busy hospital halls. The smell of antiseptic, body odor, and body fluids, with a hint of sadness and sickness, churns my empty stomach. Thank God some kind soul gave me a t-shirt earlier. I don't even know who it was. I was handed a bright blue shirt that looked like it come from the casino's gift shop.
I spot an officer outside a room ahead and assume that’s where Jay is. Or maybe it’s where the gunman is? Oh God, I hope I don’t see him again. Where exactly is this guy taking me?
“Bob. We can go now.” The officer escorting me tells the one at the door. Bob nods in response. Then my
