Carina
It has been three days and still no news. I have been biting my nails until my fingers have bled, I have tried running at the gym at the hotel, but not even that has been able to make a dent in my nerves. I can't eat and I struggle to sleep, constant questions clawing at my mind. Shay hasn't been much better, looking more and more worried about what the results might be. She keeps telling me that in the end it won't matter, that she will see me as her granddaughter regardless of what the results say, but I know she wants to know what happened to her real granddaughter and if she is alright in this world and if I am her granddaughter, her questions will also be answered.
I am sitting in front of my computer at the clinic when my phone rings and I nearly jump out of my skin at the
