Chapter Thirty Five

IRENA

TWO days later.

Irena was sitting in her faded red chair, staring out the window. It's drizzling here which is nothing new. Raindrops settled on the glass and then slid away, leaving a long trail behind. She shivered and pulled the blanket around her. Although it had been two days, she still could not shake off the constant bone-chilling cold. It must come from trauma.

"Are you okay?" Lindsay asked, walking behind her. She held a smoking cup in her hand.

Irena slid down, nodding. "I think so."

Lindsay handed him the cup, then sat down on the equally pale blue flower chair. She clicked her tongue as she stared at Irena . This made Irena uncomfortable, so she changed her position.

"What?" she asked. But she already knew what her roommate was thinking. Lindsay had been trying to convince her to talk about the ordeal since her return, but Irena couldn't bring herself to speak.

Mrs. Brimone said she had to start talking." Everything that happens to you affects your a