Sapiens resorted to spending time alone in his room. He tried to read, but he thought about his mom a lot, and his dad too, and it left him vulnerable.
Scared of being alone lest he should lose control of his lungs, he decided to seek his professor out. Enough time had passed; perhaps he was done talking to Sybil.
Sapiens had gone down one stair when he heard loud shouting coming from Sybil’s room. He hurried there and was about to knock when the words being yelled made his raised hand freeze.
“You’re telling me this now?” his professor was saying—shouting—when he arrived at the door.
now“It’s not my fault that you kept it from him all those years!” Sybil shouted back. She sounded on the verge of crying. “Now look what you’ve done, what you’ve all done! How will he be able to handle it
