*35*

I sit in the window seat and look out onto the street.  I hug my knees to my chest. The foggy feeling is still there a little, but it is fading. Apparently, the doctor in the institution had me doped up on some heavy stuff. With my head clearer, the confusion is gone. I’m not insane, or at least, not delusional. My memories are clear and concise. Henry and the others do exist.  The sound of someone rushing upstairs and Zeke’s familiar scent hit me long before he peaks into the room as if he isn’t sure he should come in or not. “Hey, Olivia.”