I’m quiet on the drive, but my silence reveals there is anything but stillness crawling around my mind.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get Jillian’s lost, vacant look out of my head. She’s a shell, a husk of who she used to be. I can’t help but wonder if looking at Jillian is like looking into the future. Is that what I have to look forward to? Living in the past and finding comfort in my memories. I blink back my tears as I stare out the window, not wanting Jude to read my sadness.
We park the car, then walk into the hospital in silence. Thoughts continue to plague me. I wonder if we have to drive. I marvel at a lot of things. I eat, although I can’t really taste. I sleep, although I don’t need the rest. A sense of sadness overwhelms me.
“Jude.” It’s the first word spoken in what se
