Days flew by so fast even though the time I’ve spent here was dragging. Time was longer and slower.
Every night I think about my friends, Nixon too… and Nile. How are their lives without me?
Quinn’s wedding is days away. My mind was filled with that thought last night.
“What’s inside that pretty little mind of yours?”
Jacob puts down the document on the table and shifts his full attention to me. I stopped playing with my breakfast and peered at him when he intervened with my thoughts.
I shrug. “Nothing.” Finally taking a bite of the food on my plate.
“Hmmn.” He crosses his arms and leans back against the chair. “Tell me if you want something. I will give it to you.”
I look at him. We stare at each other for a while before I give in. “Quinn’s wedding… I want to go.”
“That I cannot give.” He then takes the document and proceeds with his work. Obviously trying to ignore my request.