Mila’s door cracked as I pulled the lock right off in my haste to open it.
She was sitting on the floor, staring off into space, completely still like a statue.
A chair was flipped over and glass was shattered all over the table and floor. Water dripped off the edges of the table. Some of the drops hit her legs and she didn’t even react.
What the hell had happened?
Quickly, I assessed Mila. She didn’t appear to be injured. I couldn’t smell blood and none of her bones were broken. She just sat there, staring off into space, perfectly still.
Was she in shock?
I swooped down and grabbed her shoulders.
“Mila, are you okay, what happened?” I asked.
She didn’t move or react. Her eyes stayed distant and I noticed how pale she was. I shook her a little harder.
“Mila!”
Her head wobbled back and forth but she still didn’t say anything or move. I couldn’t even tell if she was breathing.
She was completely in shock, her hands balled into fists in her lap.
