I pushed myself off the floor, my knees trembling under my weight, but I managed to drag myself to the bathroom, letting the tap run before splashing water on my face.

I shut my eyes tight, refusing to look at the mirror. I was not ready to see how shattered or broken I was. Instead, I washed my face thoroughly and padded back to the room.

However, I left for the kitchen but paused, glancing at the other doors as I passed.

I was vaguely aware of Micah telling me that his mother still lived there, and under normal circumstances, I would have gone to meet her and familiarize myself...