was this really what my life was turning into? being questioned about stuff you don't know or stuff you don't even want to talk about?
i sighed and walked towards the "waiting" room, where people just sat and talked to friends or relatives. i just stood by the window wishing that all the questions would just end but they wouldn't. unless they found jonathan or started getting an idea about what goes on in my head, i was stuck with the fucking interrogations.
"alex."
i looked up. "what?"
"can you please come back, we aren't done yet."
"done yet? will you ever stop asking dumb questions that you know i won't answer?"
"can you please just..."
"no cathy, no. you might not be done but i've been done for a long ass time."
