Night falls and he still hasn't returned. At some point, I'm forced to stand and wander outside to take a piss, and I find that the more I move, the more manageable the pain gets. I go back inside, but I don't lie down. I pace back and forth until I'm certain I'll wear the floor down.
I'm biting my nails, and I haven't bitten them since eighth grade. I used to be so anxious as a teenager. Always worried about what kind of trouble my mother was getting into while I was at school. I don't know how I ever managed to make it through high school. If it hadn't been for Garrett, I would never have gone to college. I wave the thought of him aside for now. I'm worried about Cyran.
