We're herded into a building next to where I parked to car.
I feel like we've been swallowed up in a mass of people, and I am clinging to you like you're my last breath of air.
The walls are white.
The hum in the air from the low speaking voices puts me on edge.
You, still, are as quiet as a mouse.
And although I cling to you, I'm truly afraid to look closely at you.
It may break me.
No, it will definitely break me.
The talking ceases.
I look to the faces that stare back at us.
"Mr. Cullen… Mrs. Cullen, first, we'd like to extend our deepest apologies for what you've been through the past few months. Second, we'd like to discuss where we all go from here."
"What do you mean, "Where we go from here?"