Dylan
The more people that came into the room, the more depressing it became, but after a few days, I sort of grew numb to seeing someone else come in looking for a new update. Everything was pretty much the same. Riley hadn’t worsened but hadn’t shown any signs of improvement either. And me? I was here, but I didn’t feel present at all. It’s been days since I’ve slept, or even eaten, for that matter. I couldn’t risk leaving her side in case something happened. If I did and something terrible happened, I’d never forgive myself for not being here for her.
Since yesterday the police have been practically begging to speak to me. I wanted to, really, I did, but I wasn’t in the right headspace to deal with their questions. Today was no different. They’ve been knocking on the door asking to
