It is late afternoon by the time I wake up from my nap. As soon as Sierra and Rene left, I climbed under my sheets and just succumb to the sadness that is still haunting me. Sure, after my chat with Sierra I feel better. But that does not mean I am not still heartbroken about what happened. I will just make a point to deal with it when I am alone.
I crawl out of bed and go freshen up. Hopefully, Rene’s brand-new coffee machine is up and running. I am famished and in desperate need of hydration. The whole second floor is eerily quiet as I leave my room and my senses go into overdrive.
“Honestly, Storm. How long is it going to take for this gut feeling to go away?” I complain. “It’s nearly a week and it’s getting worse.”
“If I knew, I would’ve told you because this is driving me insane as
