Nefretiri
Jessica stares at me, and I know she doesn't believe me.
"Look for yourself," Pulling my phone out, I showed her the date.
"Two weeks?" she mutters, looking down at her work. "It felt like months."
"Rabbit holes have no time or space," I repeat the words Ricky once said when I was spoon-feeding his oatmeal. "It's not fun when you get lost in them, is it?"
"No," She agrees, refusing to look at me.
"Move your papers, eat your food," I command, motioning to the things on the table. "We'll talk after."
As if in a trance, Jessica did as I ordered. She gathered her papers and set them on the bed before returning to sit. I wasn't surprised she listened. You had to be firm and commanding when someone got like this, or they'd ignore you. It wasn't something they did on purpose; their brains were just too incoherent to understand you were trying to help them.
"Eat," I push the tray towards her.
