She stared at her computer screen... what could she do besides that? nobody really wanted her there, she could only count with one, and he was sure worth it, but, still, she felt unwelcome. It was weird feeling like a stranger in a place you once called home. Every evening, when the hag came from work, she complained about something, each day something, even though to her it always felt like the same reaproach: you are here, you came back to be useless to us, you don't belong here anymore.
The unsaid was even more painful than any word the hag could utter. She felt sorry for him, she felt sorry for big D, she felt anger towards the hag... but she could do nothing. Just hang around trying to rest, but unable to do so. What awaited for her? a life filled with rage? a homecomming that felt like D-Day? No, she would go, and she wouldn't come back. She didn't belong here? Then she belonged nowhere. She would just have to get used to be a stranger wherever she went...
