I actually slept last night and oh deities it was glorious! I slept from 8 last night until 6:30 this morning and I almost feel like I can think again. No sounds in my head waking me up, no staring at that thing through my window, just me, my pillows and mattress, and the arms of a good man around me for the whole night.
It is beyond amazing how absolutely perfect the small things are when you thought you might never have them again.
Apparently I was allowed to sleep last night for a reason. I woke up this morning and Sammie was gone. I guess it didn’t want me awake to stop her. She left a note for my brother that I didn’t have time to stay and look at. I’ll try to grab him later and find out what it said. I wish I could have done more for her. She’s still in there. I can’t prove it, I just know that she is.
My boss called me into his office this morning. I thought I was gonna get chewed out for taking off yesterday, but apparently having proof that your brother got stabbed not only gets you out of that one, but gets you permission to use a personal day instead of a sick day. No instead he was actually worried about me.
He asked if I was in trouble, that he had noticed how much I’ve changed these past few months. I tried to keep the topic as professional as possible, asked if there was any problem with my job performance, but the thing about my boss is that he’s one of those rare bosses that actually does care about the person doing the job instead of just the job. So I tried to reassure him that I was fine, but unluckily for me, I am a really bad liar. I’ve been told multiple times that I have one of those faces that shows everything I’m thinking no matter how hard I try to hide things.
He didn’t believe me, but he couldn’t exactly force me to tell him what’s wrong with me. And then came the really disturbing part.
“Kay, there were some men at my house last night. Some gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, wearing suits and flashing badges. And they wanted to know about you. They wouldn’t give any reasons why, so I’m going to ask again. Are you in trouble?”
In a way I got lucky that I do have a face that shows everything because I was completely dumbfounded. And I still am. Boss seemed satisfied at my shock and sent me back to my desk. Now I’m sitting here not even knowing what to think.
Why would there be people with badges asking questions about me?