Vanessa
They haven't said anything, nothing clear… Nothing definitive. And that… is what's killing me.
I rest my elbow on the table, my phone in my hand, my thumb scrolling down the screen again and again, refreshing… Again, and again.
News, repeated headlines, recycled versions of the same thing:
“Status reserved.” “Accident under investigation.” “No official changes.”
No changes…
I clench my jaw.
“What do you mean, no changes…?”
My voice is low, dry, but there's something underneath… something vibrating.
Days have passed, three… four… I've lost count. Time feels strange when you're waiting for something that doesn't come.
When you need an answer, when not knowing becomes torture. I put my phone down on the table, but barely two seconds pass before I pick it up again.
I can't
