Loraine says my name again, grabbing my arm this time to get my attention. When I look down at her, I’m not surprised to find the questions written on her face. But what I’m not prepared for…is the pity in her deep brown eyes. I swallow harshly, shaking my head without realizing I’m doing it. As if my body and mind is rejecting this as reality. But from the way her hand moves down to squeeze mine in reassurance, I know it has to be.
