FAYE
I stayed in Janet’s chambers longer than I wanted to.
Janet moved around the room calmly, gathering things one after another with the kind of focus that came from routine.
That made her look creepy.
How normal she looked doing it.
Like this was just another evening to her.
Like people walked into this room all the time, trusting her with their lives, and she simply decided which ones deserved to walk back out.
I stayed seated quietly, watching her without making it obvious.
She handled small bowls, old containers, folded cloths, and several objects I didn’t recognize immediately. Occasionally, she murmured to herself under her breath, almost thoughtfully, like she was mentally checking things off.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there pretending not to know she was preparing for my
