“What are we doing on the top floor? I remember… no one ever went on the top floor…. It was reserved. For something that no one knows about.” I stammered, trying to choose the right words to describe this strange once-in-a-lifetime-thing that we were doing. “Daddy….what happened? Why are we here?”
My father’s once bright eyes seemed cold and dead as he looked over me.
“You tripped and hit your head and Theo called the ambulance. Everywhere else was full. This was the only place that they could put you, especially since you weren’t in a critical condition. Excuse me…. Ezrai…. I have to go get the specialist.” He said coldly.
“Wait,” I croaked. He waited. “Who’s Ezrai?”