But I can't respond.

It's almost as if my physical being has been frightened into a condition of automatic self-protection.

Outside, Donald Davis said, "I've been trying to find you, but I have no idea where you might have possibly gone. Now that I've seen that you're healthy, it's a relief."

My whole body is in a tense state.

"I am aware that you are still upset, but it is irrelevant at this point. Now that I've found you, I'll do everything I can to make amends." Donald Davis said.

I fixed my gaze on him. Has Donald Davis really changed?

Will he get better?

No, it is none of...