"Mrs. Sinclair!"
"Oh my God!"
"She's here!"
Several people approach, too many. My heart races, they smile. Some seem excited, others even have tears in their eyes.
A woman hugs me gently.
"We were so worried about you."
I blink in surprise.
"Thank you..."
I say awkwardly, because I don't know who she is. And that makes me feel awful.
Another man shakes my hand.
"It's so good to see you back."
"Thank you."
Again and again and again.
I try to reply, I try to smile… I try to seem normal. But inside I feel lost.
Completely lost, because they know me. All of them… And I don't know any of them.
After several minutes we finally manage to get inside the building.
The lobby is enormous, modern, very elegant.
Just like the outside.
My steps slow down; I observe everything—the recep
