Sasha turned the key in the lock, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the keyring. The lock finally gave way with a loud click, and the door swung open.
There, on the bed, was Jane. She sat motionless, her back to the door, as if she hadn't heard the commotion outside.
"Jane," Sasha took a step forward, "Are you okay?" She knew that Jane couldn't possibly be fine, not after everything that had happened. But still, it felt like the right thing to ask, even if it felt empty and meaningless.
"Has he left?" Jane croaked, her voice hoarse and barely audible.
Sasha didn't know who Jane reffered to. She wasn't sure what to say.
"I mean Jayden," Jane repeated, a hint of urgency in her voice. She turned to face Sasha, her eyes full of worry. "Has he left?"
"Y_Yeah... I - don't know...
