Shattered Sanctuary

Stella

The next day passes by in a blur. I can’t bear to tell my friends about the call from the health department; not yet, at least. Not until I know for certain.

My body feels heavy as I roll out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. It’s already eleven in the morning, but I’ve only just woken up. I’m sure I look like a mess, too; my hair is tangled, my eyes are surrounded