I adjusted myself in the hard metal folding chair as I sat in the visitation room of the rehab center. The room itself just seemed to be a repurposed storage area with several other metal chairs placed about for other visitors, though I was the only person in the room. Across from me was another chair; I assumed for Sarah.
"It's been fifteen minutes already…" I muttered impatiently.
It had been a week since the call at the cafe and while Sarah and I had been talking for a few minutes every day since I still missed her. I felt like I was dying inside with every day that passed, trying to pretend that my life was still normal at work. Not to mention I had to post on Sarah's social media for her so that her livestream fans that didn't think she'd died or quit. Apparently, it was important
