FIFTEEN
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Nathan asked, looking worried. I surveyed the remains of my breakfast tray. Only the cereal was untouched, just like yesterday.
He'd switched the TV on and there was a movie on that I hadn't seen yet. He seemed antsy to leave, so I did my best to look capable as I replied, "Sure. I'll survive 'til you come back to feed me my next meal."
If I could have crossed my fingers, I would have. I felt a peculiar sense of panic that he was deserting me so soon – only a day after I was fully awake. I needed to know that he'd be back.
Nathan smiled. "I wouldn't miss it."
My heart relaxed. "See you when you get back, then," I said lightly, forcing my eyes to the TV screen.
Nathan said some form of goodbye and left, looking as reluctant as I felt.
He'd been
