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Spence
I’m sitting in a chair near the window in our bedroom, trying to relax, but not really managing it. Cyra and Max are asleep on the bed, Max wrapped all around her, holding her tight.
My heart is filled with happiness, but also with pain. Happiness because we’re all together, pain because Cyra and Max look like hell. I was pretty shocked when I saw Max and Zack at the airport, how thin they were, how exhausted and generally unwell they looked. And when I saw the way Max and Zack looked at us, I realised that Cyra and I weren’t much better off, especially Cyra. The flight here had been pretty rough on her, on top of her already feeling pretty poorly before that.
I can’t leave this room, I can’t leave Cyra and Max alone. I keep trying to get myself to stand up, go downstairs, ge
