When I opened my eyes, I felt something in my hand. Glancing over, I saw Bailey curled up on the chair next to the bed. Julian stood up as soon as he noticed I was awake, I gestured for him not to wake Bailey. Julian moved to the other side of the bed to help me sit up a bit and handed me some water since my throat felt raw. “How long have I been here?” He looked at me with concern, “A little over a month, to be exact.” I shook my head, trying to remember. Julian filled me in on everything that had happened when I had banged on the door. I felt terrible, realizing I wanted to see my family again—I just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.
I asked Julian so many questions, and he shared a lot with me. He told me how Bailey cries herself to sleep every night, how she sets a plate out for
