“You sure you’re okay?” Glenn asked.
I nodded, uncertain if he could make out the motion but not trusting my voice. My hands were still trembling, so I’d tucked them beneath me. I hoped that would be enough to quiet the physical yearning to crawl under the desk and curl up in a ball. We sat in a small office on the far side of the dojo, alongside the bathroom. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten to the office, or how long I’d been here. Couldn’t have been that long. Someone had turned off the lights, but there was a hint of a streetlight coming through the blinds, and the glare from the still-active dojo was visible through the doorway. Vince, the Sensei, was making noise about taking someone’s belt away, whatever that meant.
“I dropped by to check in with Vince on some things.” Glenn leaned fo
