33: Pieces of our Past

I felt myself wobble as I knelt there; desperately fighting off the dizzying head spin I was in. With agonizing slowness, I pulled new air into my lungs, but it felt thick and heavy, “That’s not possible.”

With an apologetic look, he shrugged, “I’d be inclined to agree with you, but here we are.” He pushed himself back up to his feet, flexing his hand as if trying to decide something. “It wouldn’t be the first thing that’s gone against everything I’ve known to be true for my entire life.” He offered me a hand to stand up.

Ignoring the offered hand, I stood up on my own. He caught my shoulders, keeping me from falling over as another dizzy spell washed over me. “I’m fine,” I steadied myself and brushed his hands away. I needed more answers, but I couldn’t stay in this room anymore, the air was too thick, and I was not going to be alone with him in a room with a bed right now. That just left the sitting room. I walked past him, refusing to look at him, a